At this moment, a tall and thin young man rode his bicycle to the door of the fresh food store.

Before the car stopped, he loudly asked Zhao Jingmei who was standing at the door: "Comrade, are there any fish in the store?"

"Yes! How many do you want? Go and pick them yourself!"

Zhao Jingmei pointed to the vat.

"How many more are there?"

Unexpectedly, the young man did not go fishing, but asked how many fish were left.

"Don't worry, there are still more than twenty fish left, and you will definitely be able to pick the one you like."

Zhao Jingmei thought he was worried about not being able to pick good fish.

"No, no, no, I don't have to pick, I want all of those twenty fish!"

The young man explained immediately.

"What? You want them all! What do you do with all these fish?"

Zhao Dagang asked in surprise.

I had just expressed my intention to round up these fish five minutes ago, but who would have thought that this young man would snatch them away right away.

"My family runs a restaurant, and their signature dish is boiled fish. When I buy the fish, of course I sell it in the store."
Chapter completed!