"Hahaha, Sis, listen, Jiang Ning even called me a genius!" Chen Siyu could still laugh.
Chen Siqing: "That's sarcasm, you know."
Chen Siyu's smile visibly vanished, and she fell silent.
Jiang Ning took a lot of effort to explain to her where she went wrong, and Chen Siyu immediately realized her mistake.
Seeing her sister's indifferent expression, Jiang Ning asked, "Siqing, weren't you setting up the stall with your sister? Why didn't you give her a heads-up when someone approached?"
Chen Siqing said, "We divided tasks clearly from the start, I was making milk tea cup by cup, couldn't stop at all!"
Alright, now all the responsibility fell on Chen Siyu.
She was completely miserable. They were high school students starting a milk tea business, using branded fresh milk and good quality tea leaves, plus packaging, making barely two yuan per cup, and now they were scammed out of 90 yuan in one go.
Chen Siyu, aggrieved, said, "I could just hang myself at the stall!"
