Wendy went back to her stall. Before Cecilia could ask why Wendy went for so long, the latter bawled her eyes out.
“Boo...hoo...”
Cecilia's heart skipped a beat as she immediately held Wendy's shoulder. “What's wrong? What happened?”
“Arielle...” Wendy choked on her words.
Tears rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably as she thought of the treatment she got at Arielle's stall.
“Don't cry. Tell me what happened. I'll help you.”
“You can't help me!” Wendy pushed Cecilia away. “You know nothing!”
Cecilia's heart fell with a thud. She could not recall Wendy ever talking to her with such a tone.
“Wendy, don't worry. There'll always be a solution to everything. Now, tell me where have you been? What happened to you?”
Wendy bit her lip tightly, trying hard to clear her thoughts.
She took a deep breath. “Arielle got a lot of customers over there. Her ravioli is priced at fifty per portion.”
“Fifty? Is her ravioli made of exotic meat?”
“No, she just uses ordinary ingredients.” Wendy shook her head.
“Then, she's obviously robbing! My cookie uses all the top-quality ingredients. Not to mention the butter, even the flour is imported. And look at these packaging. I hired someone to customize them. How could an ordinary ravioli cost the same as our cookie?”
Wendy let out a bitter smile. “But, her ordinary ravioli tastes better than what I've eaten in a high-end restaurant.”
Cecilia was stunned momentarily.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: His Versatile Gorgeous Wife