Ji Xinhe was taken aback: "You want all of them?"
The middle-aged man smiled and nodded: "Yes, I want as much as you have!"
Ji Xinhe ventured to ask: "Why do you need so much? Are you running a restaurant?"
The man's cover was blown by Ji Xinhe's question. He paused, then could only nod: "Indeed, I do run a restaurant. If you have the stock, I can buy all of it, every day. Wouldn't that save you the trouble of selling?"
Xiao Bei's eyes sparkled at these words: "Really?"
However, Ji Xinhe laughed and shook her head: "No, that can't be. I have quite a few clients who come to me daily to buy my food. If I sold it all to you, I would be untrustworthy to my other customers. Instead, how about I sell you half of my stock?"
The man paused for a moment: "If you sell your goods to me, then naturally they will know to come to our restaurant to eat, this shouldn't be a problem, right?"