Shopkeeper Xie naturally did not dare to offend Xie Rong.
Hearing his words, he quickly stood up and said with a pale face, "Butler Xie, Young Master."
"Don't beat around the bush," Xie Yu said.
"Young Master, it's like this. The county magistrate's son came to our Fragrance Restaurant to entertain our distinguished guests and ordered the recently popular fish with pickled cabbages. However, our restaurant really doesn't have any pickled cabbages."
"Well, I had no choice but to ask Young Master if the family selling pickled vegetables could provide pickled vegetables?" Shopkeeper Xie's face was full of tears. If he had been anxious before, he would be nervous now.
