The crowd looked at the handsome young man standing by, and Ye Shui-ink was somewhat surprised. "Brother?"

"Don't you want to eat?" Ye Miao looked at the vendor. "Do you sell it or not?"

is much bigger than the psychological expectation, and the peddler is not confident that he can feed the lobster. When the lobster dies, it will be worthless. He immediately nods, "Sell it, where will the boss send it? I'll send it to you."

"No, for the cook, cook it."

"OK."

The hawker nodded, thinking that the rich were like that. It's not a problem to eat tens of thousands of dollars at a meal. That night,...