Han Ruochen, however, was only surprised for a few seconds before returning to normal. She threw the mantis shrimp in the bucket and then turned to look for the remaining two shrimps. One by one, she carefully avoided the prickly thorns on the back of the mantis shrimps and then threw them in the bucket one by one. Unlike the first one, these two didn't have any roe on their backs. But one of them was almost two jin, which could be sold for two hundred yuan, while the other one was smaller, only a jin. But even this could be sold for a hundred yuan.
Of course, Han Ruochen was not going to sell it. She was going to take this one back and cook it for her brother. Han Beijiang was almost seven years old, and yet he looked like he was just five. She needed to nourish her brother well.
