The older the ginger, the spicier it is (1)

"Swish!" Xia ruofei almost jumped in shock."Aren't you guys too greedy? The farm probably produces less than 2000 catties of pomfrets a month!"

Each batch of baby fishes was about a thousand. Although Tao Yuan farm's pomfrets were larger than normal, reaching about two catties on average, there were still some that were less than two catties. Even if all kinds of measures were taken to the extreme, losses were inevitable during the breeding process, so the monthly output was about two thousand catties.

Xia ruofei continued,"moreover ... This is a high - end ingredient. It doesn't match your user profile, right?"

Ling Qingxue retorted,"who said that we can only be in the middle to low consumer group?" Don't you know how popular the private kitchen is?"

Xia ruofei facepalmed. He had not thought about the private restaurant.