"Just a little token of appreciation, you can go back to work."
"Alright, see you!"
The supermarket aunt left, satisfied with two packs of cigarettes in hand.
After seeing off the supermarket aunt, Jiang Tao took out his phone and called his dad, asking him to take a cab with his mom to the urban village area.
Jiang Tao didn't want to spend too much energy on the Eight Treasure Pickles business in the future.
So, he decided to pass on the skills he had mastered to his mom and dad.
From now on, from pickling to selling the Eight Treasure Pickles, it would all be handed over to them, and he'd just act as a hands-off manager!
Less than ten minutes after the call, his parents arrived at the urban village by cab, and Jiang Tao went downstairs to bring them to his place.
"Son, is this where you used to live? It's so small, like a prison."
Seeing Jiang Tao's previous living place, his mom couldn't help but feel a bit heartbroken.
