In just a few sentences, Qin Ren almost got himself involved, almost sacrificing his own hair. Grandma Qin, watching the focused little girl, dared not say a word.
"What's wrong?" Qin Lie walked over and casually asked.
Qin Ren repeated the whole incident once again.
Upon hearing this, Qin Lie squinted his eyes, looked at the porcelain bottle on the coffee table, picked it up and sniffed it, saying, "It's tung oil."
Tung oil can inhibit hair growth and is commonly used by monks in temples after shaving their heads. It's amazing that her master could come up with such an idea and actually give this thing to the little girl.
Qin Lie lightly tapped his finger and looked at the determined little girl who believed that hair was nothing but trouble and refused to keep any. He said, "Hair growth tonic sells well. It can make you a little wealthy woman."
Upon hearing the words "little wealthy woman," Zhouzhou's eyes lit up. "Then I'll go research it now!"