In the most famous Four Elephants Teahouse on Fengtong Mountain, a capable waiter brought two cups of red liquid: "Boss, shopkeeper, this is the secret potion of Luo's Pharmacy. This is the most delicious secret potion we can make." He introduced them one by one. The original secret potion on the left had only a small cup bottom, while the imitation secret potion on the right had a large cup. There were only two people sitting at the table, one was the shopkeeper of the Four Elephants Teahouse, and the other was the boss.
The two men looked at the cup of liquid on their right with sad faces. The boss took a sniff and said, "The taste is somewhat similar, but the appearance is far worse." The shopkeeper shook the cup and found that the liquid was turbid with a lot of fruit pulp suspended in it.
The boss took a sip himself and said, "No, it's a bit sour, not sweet enough. And there's some... indescribable feeling, it's just not right." The big clerk said helplessly, "Boss, shopkeeper, are you mistaken? The mysterious potion in Luo's Pharmacy is not made of these spiritual fruits, otherwise how could it be made so clean? And the taste is a bit different. I have led everyone to filter it through gauze three times."
The boss's face was filled with sorrow, like Yang Bailao who could not go home in the middle of winter: "This won't do. The labor cost is too high. Even if we make it, the selling price is too high, and we can't compete with Luo's Pharmacy." The shopkeeper also nodded.
The shopkeeper had never drunk the mysterious potion from Roche Pharmacy. He grabbed the cup on the left and drank it in one gulp. He sipped it in his mouth, letting the liquid roll around on the tip of his tongue as he savored it carefully: "Hmm, it does taste a bit unusual..."
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