Song Jiaren was very excited.
Who wouldn't like this kind of delicious and non-fattening food? It tasted incredible too!
"What do you think? Can I sell this at 20 yuan a cup?" Xia Xibei asked with a smile.
"Twenty yuan? It's so cheap!" Song Jiaren didn't hesitate to reply. "If it's 20 yuan a cup, I will buy it every day!"
Seeing Song Jiaren so excited, Xia Xibei couldn't help but clutch her forehead.
She seemed to have asked the wrong person. Why would a rich person like Song Jiaren care about 20 or 30 yuan per cup?
Prices today were different from a few years in the future.
In a few years, a cup of good milk tea cost at least 15 yuan, and it was not uncommon for a cup to be 20 or 30 yuan.
But the prices these days weren't so crazy. Today, a cup of milk tea was only seven or eight yuan, so if this cup sold for 20 yuan, wouldn't it scare people away?
However, Xia Xibei was very confident in herself.
