"Sir," Zong Zheng said, pulling the shrimps straight. "They look good, and they're quite large. Do you have any contact information? I could become a supplier for 'Zhu Lu Zhong Yuan'."
"My mind is full of business," Du Moliang said disdainfully, "No."
Zong Zheng chuckled and tossed the shrimp back into the basin. "Such a bad attitude? I'm afraid you won't get any shrimp today."
He took out a cigarette from the pocket of his beach pants, picked up one, and handed the cigarette box to Han Chen.
"No," Han Chen said.
Zong Zheng was stunned for a moment, "Didn't I see you smoking last time?"
“Not addictive.”
Zong Zheng put away the cigarette box, took out a lighter and lit it for himself.
The kitchen instantly became filled with the smell of life.
Du Moliang fanned himself and couldn't help but frown, "Why don't you go to your own house to smoke?"
Zong Zheng bit the filter tip with his teeth and said with a sly smile, "Isn't Xiaoyi home too?"
Du Moliang glared at him, "You can smoke, but you have to deal with the shrimp."
"Leave it to me," Zong Zheng walked past Du Moliang, picked up the basin, and dumped all the shrimp directly into the pool. He held a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, his eyes half-closed, "Scissors, toothpicks."
Du Moliang went outside and brought these things in.
Han Chen wisely gave up his place.
Du Moliang went to the living room to turn on the TV, then went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of drink and handed it to Han Chen.
"I wonder when I can eat this shrimp meal today?" Du Moliang slumped on the sofa.
Han Chen placed the drink on the coffee table and remained silent.
Du Moliang was really bored and looked at Han Chen curiously, "Why are you so quiet?"
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