Nothing For Sale

Letting out a sigh in his mind, Di Tou flipped through the items a few more times before tentatively asking, "Uh, do you happen to have anything else for sale?"

Seeing Jiang Hu shake his head, Di Tou's lip twitched slightly before he scratched his head and said, "Do you know how to cook?"

"Ah?" Blinking, Jiang Hu pointed a finger at himself and said, "Me? Cook? Uh…" Just as Jiang Hu was about to say no, he thought of Di Tou's cooking yesterday and thought if that could be considered cooking, he should be considered a master chef, right? So, in the end, Jiang Hu nodded and said, "So-so, I can pass along as a chef in a more rural area."

"Alright!" Clasping his hands together, Di Tou said, "How about this, you cook some fish dishes for lunch, and I find them satisfactory, I'll pay you a nice sum."