"Director Jiang, there's no limit on these, but buying too much might go to waste. I just tasted one, and it's really sour."
"In that case, give me ten pounds. I'll go back and try to make some preserves. If it works out, I'll bring some over for you to taste."
"Alright then, I'm looking forward to trying it."
In the end, Jiang Xinyu bought fifteen pounds of fire apricots. From a distance, they look like the trees are on fire, a vivid red.
She Xiaoyun came over, "Xinyu, why did you buy so many?"
"I'm going back to make preserves. If it works, I'll buy more tomorrow."
"Do you have that many preserve jars?"
"Of course, I have more than ten of them."
"Don't ruin good stuff."
"How could I? I'll start making them right away. If it's successful, I'll come back tomorrow morning to buy more."
Jiang Xinyu seemed to have found something she enjoys, feeling a bit motivated.
