Free Web NovelChapter 964: Chapter 964: You Can’t Help Me with Anything
Willow Grant returned to the stall. Before Mrs. Grant could ask why she had been gone so long, Willow broke down, covering her face and crying.
"Boo hoo... "
Mrs. Grant panicked at once, held Willow by the shoulders, and asked, "What’s wrong? What’s going on?"
"Summer..." Willow was sobbing so hard she couldn’t catch her breath.
The grievances she suffered over there surged through her heart at Mrs. Grant’s inquiry, and she couldn’t stop her tears.
"Don’t cry, tell me what’s the matter, and I’ll help you solve it."
"You can’t solve it!" Willow pushed away Mrs. Grant’s hand and said, "You don’t know anything, you’ve always tried to help me!"
Mrs. Grant was startled; she couldn’t remember her precious daughter ever speaking to her in that tone.
"Willow, don’t be anxious, there will always be a solution. Just tell me, where did you go just now? What grievances did you suffer?"
Willow bit her lip, the pain of her teeth pressing against it finally calmed her emotions a bit.
She took a deep breath and said, "Summer’s side has many customers, her dumplings are selling for fifty per serving."
"Fifty? Is she using deer antler?"
"No, just ordinary ingredients." Willow shook her head.
"Then she’s practically robbing people! I use only the finest ingredients, even the flour is imported, and let’s not even talk about the cream. Just the packaging for these cookies, I had high-grade materials custom-made at rush order, and even with that, we’re only selling at fifty. How can her ordinary dumplings sell for fifty?"
Willow let out a bitter laugh and said with mixed emotions, "But her dumplings made with ordinary ingredients are even better than what I’ve had in high-end restaurants."
Mrs. Grant was momentarily taken aback but remained dismissive.
"Dumplings are just dumplings, no matter how tasty, how good can they really be?"
Willow smiled bitterly and said, "Good enough that even I want to keep eating them."
Mrs. Grant was shocked, her eyes widening instantly: "That good?"
Though Willow didn’t want to admit it, she could only nod, "Yes."
"This really is..." Mrs. Grant was about to speak when she looked up and saw Susan Stone walking over.
She quickly lowered her voice and instructed Willow, "Just tell me about this, don’t let your Aunt Stone know. Also, join me to prevent her from going to that wretch’s stall."
"I know."
By then Susan Stone had finally reached Willow’s stall.
She noticed the number of cookie boxes hadn’t diminished much since she went to the restroom, still stacked high like a mountain, clearly showing slow sales.
Yet, for some reason, seeing Willow’s side fail to sell still made Susan feel quite happy inside.
But Susan wasn’t foolish enough to display her thoughts openly on her face.
Feigning puzzlement, she walked over and asked, "Why haven’t you been able to sell anything?"
Mrs. Grant awkwardly laughed, "Perhaps we set the price too high. Initially, there were quite a few people, but ever since we set the price at fifty, hardly anyone has bought any."
Susan nodded; she only asked out of politeness and couldn’t care less about why their baked goods weren’t selling.
Still, keeping her mind sharp, Susan asked, "Willow, did you go to Summer’s stall? I heard it’s really good, do you want to go with me?"
Willow exchanged a glance with Mrs. Grant before looking at Susan and saying, "Aunt Stone, I already went to try it."
"You went?" Susan was somewhat surprised, but then deliberately asked, "Were the dumplings good?"
