Lin Zida saw this and quickly said, "Yes, yes, take it and use it, the gas canisters are all full to the brim!"
Jiang Ning: "Alright."
Zhuang Jianhui asked, "You guys are planning to sell snacks?"
"Got a batch of fish, trying to sell fried fish."
Zhuang Jianhui didn't ask any more questions, he led the way and introduced: "I have all the spices, and a few barrels of oil, some of which are already open and barely used, you can take it all."
Jiang Ning didn't hold back: "Alright, I'll save some fish chunks for you later."
Zhuang Jianhui smiled: "You're welcome."
After getting the keys, Jiang Ning rode the tricycle, which he had transformed into a snack cart, towards his own little yard.
Tongtong was still cleaning the fish!
Jiang Ning's Divine Sense swept over the snack cart, and all the seasoning configurations were instantly clear in his mind.
He set up a sign, writing "Fried Fish" on the board, and also wrote [Small portion 15 yuan, Large portion 30 yuan].
