"What kind of problem can there be?" said Han Ruochen with a smile. She glanced at Tong Zhaodi and questioned, "Did we not arrange the delivery with the state-run restaurant?" Han Ruochen was a bit worried when she thought about how she would deliver seafood at the state-run restaurant, as well as to Master Feng's brother, but now it seemed that she had finally gotten the answer to the question.
Tong Zhaodi nodded and agreed. "She is right. Brother Jingmo did ask us to deliver seafood to his restaurant if we ever got anything good. Second Uncle, don't worry; we know what we are doing. If you want, you can sell the seafood to the state-run restaurant, second uncle."
