When the female supporting role has a beauty system

Chapter 1213

"Use this packaging?"

Director Huang asked, puzzled, "Yes, didn't we always use oil paper for packaging? Is there anything wrong with that?"

"Of course that's not appropriate!" Tan You's voice rose a bit: "We need to make it clear from the appearance that the new flavor of water chestnut cake is different from others. Even if people can't see what the water chestnut cake looks like inside the oil paper, it should be shown on the packaging."

Thinking about the plastic bags that came later... never mind, we don't have them yet.

As she spoke, she took a pen and quickly drew a few strokes on the oil paper. Soon, four pictures of water chestnut cake appeared on the paper, each depicting a different type of water chestnut cake. She even finished coloring Tan You: "I suggest using four different colors of oil paper and then printing the corresponding flavor patterns on them."

"This makes it easier to differentiate from other products on the market."

Director Huang slapped his thigh: "Team Leader Qiao, you're amazing! I'll go contact the printing factory right now!"

He had only run two steps when he turned back: "Team Leader Qiao, could you also draw the original four flavors?"

Tan You nodded: "Okay, you can go and take care of the packaging for the new variety first. I will revise the old packaging."

A week later, the city's supply and marketing cooperatives quietly began selling four different flavors of water chestnut cake. The light green of jasmine Longjing tea, the pinkish-white of peach oolong tea, the light orange of orange peel Pu'er tea, and the dark green of dendrobium officinale tea were all easily recognizable by their packaging.

Guo Wenting opened a packet of peach oolong tea, took a big bite, and exclaimed, "Mom, the peach flavor is so delicious!"

Tan You pinched her hair: "It smells so good, but you have to be careful with your teeth. These are too sweet. Remember to brush your teeth after you finish eating."

"Is it sweet?" Guo Wenting shook his head: "I think it's okay, not sweet enough."

Tan You sighed, feeling that she really didn't fit in with this era.

"Mom, Dad came to the school to look for me today." After eating a few pieces of water chestnut cake, Guo Wenting carefully wrapped the cake up and put it in the dresser.

Tan You already knew that Guo Jiantao had gone to see Guo Wenting, but she just smiled and asked, "What did he say to you?"

Guo Wenting rested her chin on her hand and said, "They just asked me how I've been lately."

Tan You raised an eyebrow: "What did you tell him?"

“I said it was alright,” Guo Wenting smiled sweetly. “I said there wasn’t enough food at home, so my mother and I were eating sparingly. No one was going to queue up, so I specifically asked my older brother and second sister from the Zhang family to help me queue up.”

Tan You smiled: "You did a great job, Wen Ting. If your father's relatives want to take you back, you must not go with them."

“I know, but I’m not going with them,” Guo Wenting pouted. “My grandparents are not nice to me at all. They only like my brother. I’m not going back with them.”

Tan You reached out and ruffled her hair: "Very good, how does your father see it?"

"Is that all there is to it?" Guo Wenting didn't quite understand what Tan You meant. "But I noticed that Dad's clothes were very dirty, and the cuffs were covered in black grime."

Tan You gave a mocking smile. When a man has no money, much of his dignity is maintained and cared for by women. For example, before, Qiao Mai would go home after get off work to do laundry and cook, while Guo Jiantao acted like a lord, doing absolutely nothing.

As a fitter, he deals with all sorts of parts and machine oil every day, so his clothes are particularly difficult to wash when they get dirty. Guo Jiantao basically never washes his own clothes; the original owner always washes them for him.

Guo Wenting lay on the small table and said, "Mom, it's so good that Dad isn't home."

Tan You's mind raced: "Yes, it's really good that he and your brother aren't home, it's so liberating." As they spoke in hushed tones, there was a sudden knock on the door. Tan You opened it, and a boy of about thirteen or fourteen stood outside. The boy had gloomy eyes and a typical low-class appearance, looking extremely unapproachable.

Upon seeing Tan You, the boy twitched the corners of his mouth as if he were smiling: "Aunt Qiao."

"Xiaofeng is here?" Tan You smiled and stepped aside to let him into the house.

Zhang Yifeng sat down at the small table. When Tan You closed the door and came back, she saw Guo Wenting unpack the water chestnut cake, break off a piece, and stuff it into Zhang Yifeng's hand: "Little Feng, have some cake."

Zhang Yifeng was unwilling to accept it. At this time, everything was in short supply, especially pastries, which were expensive and unavailable.

Seeing this, Tan You patted his shoulder: "Take it if Wen Ting gives it to you. It's leftover scraps from today's production. No receipts were needed."

This can be considered a benefit for food factory employees; although no ration coupons are required, they still have to be paid.

Since Tan You said so, Zhang Yifeng accepted it. However, he only broke off a small piece and carefully put the rest in his pocket. Tan You didn't mind, knowing that he wanted to take it back for his younger sister, Zhang Yiduo, to try.

"Wen Ting, Xiao Feng and I have to go out. Please stay home and close the door." Tan You whispered to Guo Wen Ting, "No matter who asks, don't make a sound."

“I know,” Guo Wenting nodded. “I’m asleep.”

"Smart," Tan You pinched her earlobe, "I'll be back soon. Is Wen Ting scared being home alone?"

Guo Wenting shook his head: "I'm not afraid. I'm a warrior. I'm not afraid of anything."

Zhang Yifeng couldn't help but smile. He felt that with Tan You, all the scheming, ridicule, and criticism from the outside world seemed to disappear. All he felt was complete relaxation.

Two figures quietly left the tenement building and headed towards a small alley.

Zhang Yifeng lowered his voice: "Auntie, can we really find any evidence?"

“Of course we can get the evidence,” Tan You said in a low voice. “Your father, Zhang Dacheng, was wronged, and we have to help him overturn the verdict. You and your sister can’t live with the stigma of being the children of criminals forever. Those who wronged you will pay the price.”

Zhang Yifeng gritted his teeth: "I'm afraid it will implicate my aunt."

“If something really happens, you won’t be as fast as me,” Tan You chuckled. “This way, I can smell the alcohol on Jiao Dachun.”

Zhang Yifeng had no doubts whatsoever, and followed Tan You smoothly. Since becoming acquainted with Tan You, he had witnessed her tracking her opponents by scent several times.

Thinking of Jiao Dachun, Zhang Yifeng's eyes filled with hatred, and at the same time, he reached his right hand behind his waist...

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his head. Zhang Yifeng looked up and, upon recognizing that it was Tan You who had hit him, the fierceness in his eyes vanished, replaced by a pitiful look: "Auntie."

"What kind of righteous path is it to be brave and violent?" Tan You said bluntly, "Think about your sister. Don't let rotten people send you to jail. If you're gone, I won't care about Yiduo."

Zhang Yifeng rubbed his head and said, "Auntie, I understand."

Without any hesitation, Tan You took the chipped kitchen knife from his waist: "I'll keep this for you in case you get emotional later."

Zhang Yifeng was speechless and could only follow Tan You like a quail. Even Guo Wenting didn't notice that his biological mother had changed, but only Zhang Yifeng noticed Tan You's abnormality.