C18 It Couldn't be Sold for a High Price

"Okay." Zhan Yunxiao walked across the busy street and stopped the donkey cart at the foot of the wall.

He asked Zhan Ling'er to wait on the spot while he carried the persimmon and Fu Nanzhu into the restaurant.

It was not noon yet and the people who came to the restaurant were a little sparse. Fu Nanzhu saw that the manager was idle and quickly went up to negotiate with him