Hearing this, He Yiran was taken aback, uttering in disbelief, "You're saying you made this, you made it?!"
"Yes, I did." She didn't deny it—entirely handcrafted, it took her about a full day to make just two bottles, so there's really no point in hoping for more.
"You really made it?!" He Yiran asked again, incredulous.
"Yes, I made it." How many times are you going to ask, isn't it annoying?
Suddenly, He Yiran burst out laughing, "Zhenzhen, do you know what you remind me of right now?"
"A person, I look like a person, what else? Could I look like a dog? Oh, wait, I'm already a person, what else can I seem like?" Mei Mengzhen blurted out in her excitement.
However, what He Yiran cared about wasn't that at all, "Money, it's money! Zhenzhen, with your skills, how could you not get rich."