“Spring is here, and Xitian’s super delicious milk tea is back on the shelves today!”
“Summer is here, and Xitian’s terrible milk tea is here again!”
“Autumn is here, and reservations for the Xitian Limited Edition Goddess Cup will begin tonight.”
There are not many commercial strategies on the milk tea track, which are mainly reflected in appearance and marketing. Being able to maintain enough hot spots throughout the year can ensure the sustainable development of the brand.
Jiang Qin was standing behind and listening. He was shocked after hearing this. He thought to himself, “Are you so smart?”
Feng Nanshu lied to him and said that she learned it from her husband, but Jiang Qin didn’t believe it and said to himself, not only can I be sure that you are smart, but I can also be sure that you are really good at coaxing your husband.
Then, Jiang Qin opened the door and saw the young rich woman sitting on the warmly lit desk, holding up her mobile phone and nodding lightly.
But when she saw Jiang Qin sticking his head out, she couldn’t help showing a bit of stupidity, and her nose wrinkled slightly.
“It’s time to eat, honey.”
“?”
Feng Nanshu was stunned for a moment, then narrowed his eyes: “Brother, if you have the ability, call me again.”
Jiang Qin smiled: “It’s time to eat, little rich woman.”
“That’s not what you called me just now.”
“That’s what it’s called.”
“You call me baby.”
“Hey, that’s so disgusting, I never call you that.”
“Call me baby or I’ll cry.”
Feng Nanshu bluffed him twice, but refused to use too much force, and finally got angry and was led downstairs by Jiang Qin.
Yuan Youqin and Aunt Zhou came over with a meal for pregnant women and some home-cooked dishes: “Where are Wen Hui and Haini? It’s time to have dinner soon. Where have they been?”
“I went out to go wild. It’s getting dark now. I probably don’t plan to come back to eat. They must have seen me coming back and were afraid that I would ask them for food money.”
“They have come all the way to be with Nan Shu, and you still ask for food expenses? Do you want to taste the salt of the dung truck at the door?”
Yuan Youqin hit him with chopsticks, then looked at Feng Nanshu: “Nanshu, why are you unhappy?”
Feng Nanshu pursed her lips: “Jiang Qin just called me baby.”
Yuan Youqin glanced at the two of them: “You don’t like him calling you baby?”