The right candidate for the chef was something Seventh Uncle still had to ponder, while Qi Lin also hung up the phone with a bitter smile on his face.
"What's up?" Tai Xiaodong, who had stayed for a few days and picked up the dialect rather quickly, asked curiously at this moment.
"Nothing much," Qi Lin said helplessly, "A fellow from my hometown called, wanting to buy dried fish and shrimp..."
Qi Lin said they weren't for sale, but the person on the other end didn't believe it and insisted on getting a price.
Qi Lin: ...
In the end, he found a video of people buying fish, bustling and chaotic. The footage was just taken haphazardly, but in any case, the price shouted amidst the din was a desperate... 40 yuan per catty.
On the other end of the line, the owner of the small shop in Tugou Village also fell silent.
