"There are fish! That's good! That's good!" Pan Zhoucong sat down awkwardly, while Du Shouqiang beside him hurriedly wiped away a tear. Strong as ever, his brother Pan is indeed strong.
Uncle Mute remained calm from start to finish, like a monk who had seen through the mortal world, so... very Zen!
"A-a-about how many?"
"I don't know, but there's quite a lot, could pile up into a hill."
"Phew!" Brought back to life.
"Is there anything else?" Based on the recent ups and downs, Pan Zhoucong smartly asked proactively.
Jiang Mingyue glanced at the older cousin, looked down: should I go all out at once?
Forget it, I'll wait to shock him later. After all, she has brewed quite a bit of corn liquor these two months, not just ten jars.
"That's all! Just these!"
Jiang Ming'an, who originally had a bad premonition, suddenly felt relieved again, as he frowned deeply in thought...
During his deep thought, the price was already agreed upon.
