"In terms of effectiveness, this one is at least twice as good as the original. If it weren't more effective, what would be the point of making it? As for any of the old stuff you haven't finished, you can have your mom scoop it out and give it away. The boxes are the same as always—bring them back when you have a chance, and I can keep recycling them. Also, don't tell anyone about this new green grass ointment. It hasn't gone into production yet, and I don't plan on selling it widely until I come up with something even better."
As she spoke, Gu Nuan Nuan went into a nearby dressing room, came back with a paper bag, and handed it to Lin Qiao. "This is for you guys."
"Don't worry, we know the drill. Heh heh... Nuannuan, I've been meaning to ask you. These boxes are beautiful, but why are you so insistent on recycling them?" Lin Qiao took the paper bag without hesitation, unable to resist asking.
