Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Two: The Octopus's Commission
The crawfish were bought from the market, with green shells, each one lively and vigorous.
He bought ten pounds and took them home, where he filled a basin with them. Chen Nuo cleaned each one with a brush, then used scissors to snip open the tails and picked out the crawfish lines...
Well, that was Chen Yanluo's original plan.
Originally, he had indeed intended to do it himself. Cooking, after all, is sometimes a fun diversion.
But after washing ten pounds of crawfish, he barely made it through snipping a few tails before he got impatient.
He just put them back into a plastic bag, went downstairs, and ran to a restaurant at the entrance of the community, handing the owner fifty yuan to have them prepared for him.
