In general, for fish farming, because they feed a lot of feed in the ponds, combined with water quality issues, it’s easy for the fish to have a muddy taste.

However, their family doesn’t feed their fish any feed, and for some unmentionable reasons, the fish in the pond taste even better than reasonable.

However, an old gourmand can easily tell the difference between fish from the river and fish from the pond with one bite.

"Tantan said, river fish swim more, so their meat is more firm, while pond fish swim less, making their meat softer. Mixing them up for sale won’t be suitable when they’re all cooked together in one pot later on."

"So, let’s not sell them just yet — isn’t the all-fish feast going to last for 3 days? We’ll sell as we go along for those 3 days."

Boss Chang became wistful:

He, the magnificent boss of Changleju, with chefs in the restaurant having so many years of experience, couldn’t they tell what kind of fish it is?

Could they really make a pot of stew like that?

Clearly, it’s just not wanting to sell river fish.

"I even offered a good price..."

Someone like Song Sancheng, while he might be a bit shrewd in selling agricultural products, his little shrewdness is no match for an auntie’s few bargaining words, and he has even less of a chance against Boss Chang.

But whenever he tries to take charge himself, things easily go wrong, and Wu Lan would nag him.

So he’s just quietly following what his daughter says now.

"Tantan said the fish over there are not ready yet, and the flavor isn’t enough. It’s not suitable."

Selling them cheap would mean a loss, selling them expensive would indeed mean a lack of Spiritual Energy — anyway, the rain doesn’t affect vegetable procurement, and they’re coming every day, so we can sell some fresh ones slowly until then.

It’s just that continuous rain affects the river’s water quality a bit, so this fish’s selling cycle needs to be extended a bit until near the end of the year to reach the best standard.

Boss Chang, talk as he might, didn’t insist on a reasonable reservation, he just didn’t want to leave.

Not leaving would affect the all-fish feast’s arrangement.

But if he leaves, Song Tan’s promise of tens of thousands of corn cobs hasn’t been delivered yet!

You can’t feel at ease until the goods are in hand.

But the problem is, the shipment is prioritized now, and it’s not easy to gather his goods in a short time.

He had no choice but to reluctantly remind: "Uncle, I won’t say much, but the corn must be rushed! If there’s enough time, I can still add something else to my all-fish feast to make everyone even more satisfied."

And when the reputation improves, that would truly be satisfying!

Song Sancheng promised confidently, "Rest assured, the corn stalks have all been harvested, and if we don’t shell the corn quickly, wouldn’t it become not fresh? We’ll work overtime tonight to make sure it’s all sorted out for you."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he heard Song Tan calling on the phone:

"Dad, I forgot to arrange some corn for Xiao Yang, just tell Brother Xiaozhang to send him 100 cobs too. The quantity is large, so we can’t pile them together; they should be sent via cold chain."

"Oh, and write Xiao Yang’s name and phone number as the recipient."

Xiao Yang is Qiaoqiao’s good friend, and my kid is playing at their house right now!

Song Sancheng readily agreed without hesitation: "Alright! I’ll go pack it up right now!"

"By the way, should we send some to Secretary Xiaozu’s grandfathers? And over to Ning City..."

"The girl from last time, your friend... oh right, what about Xiaolun? Xiaolun didn’t say whether he wanted some, I’ll call and ask?"

"Your Auntie Lu might also have some sisters or friends, I’ll ask them too."

Boss Chang: ...

This is why he didn’t want to leave, because without having goods in hand, he couldn’t feel at ease!!!

...

Meanwhile, in Qin City, after Mr. Yang finished his meeting and came out, he took out his phone to take a look —

Good, there’s no call from Xiao Yang.

Hasn’t he realized yet?

Looking at the backend push notifications again —

Huh?

The electronic door lock password was entered incorrectly twice.

"Xiaoyu, does this mean someone tried to tamper with my bedroom door lock?"

Assistant Yu came over to have a look: "Yes. You can see the video from that time through this APP."

What’s there to see? It’s the bedroom at home, it must be Xiao Yang. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Foolish son, your father has eaten more salt than you’ve eaten rice, but can’t even get an Olympiad gold medal without delivery?

He thought of the things in the fridge, feeling eager to return home.

Wait!

Mr. Yang looked at his phone again.

No calls, no messages, not even any WeChat disturbance — his son isn’t such a well-behaved person!

If he had taken the delivery, he would at least throw a tantrum and call a few times, right?

Could it be that, staying close to Qiaoqiao, he took the chance and helped himself to something more?

Mr. Yang pondered briefly, and then asked Assistant Yu:

"Xiaoyu, is there a way to intercept all of Xiao Yang’s parcels that are coming in the next few days to me?"

Assistant Yu’s eyes widened:

He was young and had only been promoted a few months ago, how did the relationship between the father and son in rich families become so tense so quickly?

First, there was the electronic door lock monitoring and password changing, and now there’s parcel interception and privacy invasion?

He was instantly on edge, facing his boss’s urgent questioning, truly afraid that he might have to do something underhanded next.