As they approached the restaurant in the city, Cecilia Adler said, "Ian, you shouldn't come any further. My dad is a well-known figure. If one of his acquaintances sees you while they're eating, it could cause trouble."
"Not many of his friends know me. Besides, I'm wearing a hat and a mask, so I won't stand out." Ian Quincy insisted on following her.
A bucket of snails weighed thirty to forty jin.
The weight was cutting into her hand as she carried it.
Cecilia Adler couldn't win the argument. "Alright, then."
After waiting in the backyard for a while, a kitchen helper brought Master Chapman over.
Master Chapman greeted her warmly. "Young lady, I was just about to look for you! That fish of yours—I'll take it. At the price you quoted, let's start with three hundred jin. And these snails, I'm in desperate need of them as well. I'll take as many as you have, same price as the fish." He had his chef serve some of the fish to a particularly picky customer.
