A few hours ago.
"Is this the fish that you brought?" Luo Huian looked at the half-dead fish that were stacked in the wheelbarrow and frowned with a look of frustration on her face. She said to the supplier, "How can you bring such a stock? Did I not say that our restaurant only accepts fresh fish?"
The little supplier lowered her head. She tugged at her cap and said to Luo Huian, "Miss Luo, it's not like I don't want to provide you with a batch of fresh fish. The boss is the one who arranges everything, and I am just a little worker in her fishery. I only do what I am asked to do; they asked me to deliver this wheelbarrow to your restaurant. If you want to complain, then you need to take this matter to my boss. There is nothing I can do about this situation."
