The village beauty and me!

"These fish are of the best quality as always. We'll weigh them and settle the bill in a bit." The old man smiled with satisfaction after inspecting the blackfish.

At this moment, Qiao Lingling also came over and asked curiously, "Chen Huan, right? How many fish do you actually raise?"

"How big is the place? How long can it supply?"

This woman looks like she has a rather impulsive and straightforward personality.

Although the true purpose was concealed when asking questions, it was still revealed in the expression.

"You want to know where I raise fish, right?" Chen Huan directly exposed her intention.

Qiao Lingling looked slightly embarrassed. "I was just concerned about whether your supply volume could keep up."

"As far as I know, although these blackfish grow quite fast, it would probably take three to five years, or even longer, to grow to this size."

"Tell us the scale of your farming operation, and we'll have a better understanding of the situation."

Chen Huan rubbed his nose, thought for a moment, and then replied, "These blackfish probably won't be available for many more times; the quantity is indeed limited."

Hearing this, both the old man and Qiao Lingling couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Chen Huan felt a little embarrassed, then he noticed a smaller bucket next to him.

They immediately opened the lid, revealing the crayfish inside.

"Would you like to try this? It's pretty good too."

"It would also be good to use it as a signature dish to attract customers."

Qiao Lingling pouted, "What are you talking about? We're a sauerkraut fish restaurant. Although we have other cuisines, we don't serve low-end dishes like crayfish."

"Low-end?"

"You're speaking too soon. These crayfish are no ordinary ones," Chen Huan said with a mocking expression.

"It's just crayfish, what's so special about it? We want blackfish, don't get me wrong." Qiao Lingling also mocked.

  

The old man next to him remained silent, took the bucket from Chen Huan's hand, picked up a crayfish, looked at it, and his expression changed slightly.

Then he said, "Can I try?"

Chen Huan nodded, "Of course, no problem. This is for you to try."

"Lingling, you take good care of Chen Huan for me. I'm going to study these crayfish." The old man picked up the bucket and headed straight for the kitchen.

"Come on in, little brother, have a seat inside. My old man cooks very quickly." Qiao Lingling was quite obedient and led Chen Huan back into the shop.

Instead of serving tea like others would, they took a chilled soda from the refrigerator, opened the cap, and handed one to Chen Huan.

He then sat down opposite Chen Huan, leaned back in his chair casually, and crossed his legs.

His appearance is indeed unrestrained and bold, which seems quite out of place with his delicate and handsome face.

Chen Huan's gaze involuntarily followed the other person's face downwards.

Qiao Lingling has very fair skin and a pretty good figure.

Because she was so thin, the outline of that area was almost negligible.

Chen Huan muttered, "It's just a little small."

Qiao Lingling suddenly frowned. "What did you say? Where is it small?"

Sensing that the other person was about to get angry, Chen Huan quickly explained, "I was talking about your tattoo. The design is quite nice, but it would be even more imposing if it were a little bigger."

Qiao Lingling laughed, "When I got my tattoo, it almost drove my father to his death. If I had gotten any older, I probably would have given him away."

As the two were talking, the sound of knives and spatulas clashing against woks came from the kitchen, along with the sounds of ingredients mixing with oil.

In the blink of an eye, a unique spicy aroma wafted out.

Chen Huan stretched his neck, a look of rapture on his face.

"How is it? My husband's cooking skills are pretty good, right?" Qiao Lingling asked with a hint of pride.

"It's really good. The crayfish aren't even cooked yet, but they already look incredibly appetizing," Chen Huan exclaimed repeatedly.

A few minutes later, the old man came out with a plate of stir-fried crayfish and gently placed it on the table.

He said slowly, "Lingling, you have the best tongue, try it."

Qiao Lingling frowned slightly. "I don't really like eating these things."

Despite the disagreement, I still obediently picked one up and first sucked the broth off the surface.

Then his eyes lit up, and he nodded, "Grandpa, your cooking skills have improved!"

"Stop talking nonsense and taste the meat," Old Master Qiao urged.

"What's the rush?" Qiao Lingling pouted, then used her slender fingers to peel the shrimp shells and pull out the meat.

He exclaimed in surprise, "This lobster is quite meaty, and it's bigger than a regular lobster."

Dip it in the broth on the plate, then put it in your mouth.

He had barely chewed a couple of times when he immediately stood up, swallowing his saliva and shrimp meat while gesturing with his hands, "Holy crap, this is so delicious!"

It's really a shame that such a beautiful girl keeps swearing.

Chen Huan couldn't help but laugh.

Old Master Qiao's face darkened. "Can't you act like a girl? If you're always like this, how will you ever get married?"

Qiao Lingling coughed twice. "Well, this is just my personality, who can I blame?"

"Let's not talk about that for now. The lobster you made this time was absolutely amazing, it was so delicious."

"How come I never noticed before? Are you deliberately keeping your secret skills hidden away?"

Grandpa Qiao snorted, "I'm your own father, do you think I'd hide anything from my daughter?"

"I used the same techniques and processes when I stir-fried crayfish before."

"The reason why it tastes so delicious is because, like blackfish, this crayfish is of excellent quality and has superior meat."

Chen Huan breathed a sigh of relief upon receiving such praise from the old man.

He reached out and took one, took a bite, and immediately gave it a thumbs up.

A master chef is a master chef indeed. With the old man's processing, the flavor of the crayfish was elevated to an even higher level.

Chen Huan almost bit his tongue off; it was just too delicious.

"Let's talk. How much do you plan to sell these crayfish for per pound?" The old man sat down and looked at Chen Huan with kind eyes.

Chen Huan sucked the soup off his fingers, but he didn't really know what was going on.

I did some research online before I came.

The price of crayfish varies slightly across the country.

In northern regions like theirs, even for the same variety, different sizes can result in different prices.

The ones he brought each weighed more than an ounce.

It's rare to find this type of individual on the market; most are around eight qian (approximately 40 grams) and priced between fifteen and twenty.

The larger the individual item, the more expensive it is.

Combining this with the old man's evaluation and reaction, Chen Huan gritted his teeth and said, "Eighty-one jin."

"Are you crazy?" Qiao Lingling immediately slammed her hand on the table.

He frowned and said, "When we go to the market to buy wholesale, even if they're this big, they won't cost more than twenty yuan per pound. You've increased the price several times over; isn't that outrageous?"