Yi Ronghao was weighed down by his thoughts as he stood up and left the dining room.
Their stockpile of sauerkraut fish was running low. Chen Momo checked her iPad. About seven or eight kilometers away from their current location, there used to be a wet market. A wet market would definitely have a fish stall. Besides this one, there were several other fish shops nearby. Chen Momo carefully marked down all their locations.
Early the next morning, Chen Momo, Xu Xiaoka, and Chen Xiaobao dressed warmly and prepared to head out. Chen Momo drove the RV out of the garage and had Xu Xiaoka and Chen Xiaobao climb aboard. As usual, Chen Momo took the wheel while the other two rode in the back.
