"Boss, how much can you braise in a day at most?"
Lin Feng had just finished a serving and was still craving more, so he walked up to Wang Fan when no one was at the stall and asked.
Wang Fan estimated and said, "About 1000 pounds?"
Lin Feng was delighted, "Well, how about this: I'll book 1000 pounds today, and tomorrow morning I'll send someone to pick it up. Does that work for you? Just two pig elbows, three pounds of pig ears, two pounds of beef tendons, and two pounds of ox tripe, okay? My guys at the store have been busy for a year, so I'm treating them to a nice meal tomorrow as well."
Goodness gracious, Wang Fan exclaimed, amazed.
He had been a bit worried about not selling everything tomorrow, but now it seems like he's already fulfilled his task.
"Please wait a moment, I'll check if the meat can be booked."
Then, he took out his phone and pretended to check, mainly because he wasn't sure if the slaughterhouses were closed for the holidays.
