The bucket with the shells was not very big, only about one-fifth the size of the bucket with the fish.
After all, the auntie didn't plan to sell it, so there was only a little seawater in it. It was basically a stack of shells.
These shells were much bigger than ordinary shells. When Ye Xingchen took the bucket with a smile, he saw that the shells were still opening and closing as they breathed.
"It's so fresh. Thank you, Auntie."
Ye Xingchen handed over two boxes of brand-new anti-inflammatory medicine. The auntie smiled so much that her eyes became narrow moons.
"Thank you, young man. Come again another day. I'll save you some seashells."
Fortunately, the location of this auntie's stall was relatively remote, so no one else saw Ye Xingchen take out two boxes of anti-inflammatory medicine. The auntie also took the stuff very carefully and put it away.
