บท 1006: Fresh crab

Yuan Zhou's imagination was beautiful, but he obviously didn't consider the actual situation. He didn't even have a girlfriend now, let alone children.

For the next few days, Yuan Zhou opened his restaurant as usual. At night, he would throw away the "garbage" and wait for the old man to pick it up.

However, Yuan Zhou and the old man never met each other again. Nevertheless, Yuan Zhou knew that the food he had put down had been taken away.

"The weather is just right today, we should be able to make soup." Yuan Zhou muttered to himself.

While Yuan Zhou was having a carefree life here and thinking that he could stew soup for the old man after avoiding suspicion, the seafood Alliance was having a hard time at the other side.