Later that afternoon, Dorman returned with three massive white foam boxes clattering behind his handcart. Asher Ryder had already prepared a tub of Blue Crabs and nearly ten kilograms of crayfish. Every single one was crawling around vigorously, their claws clicking sharply against the tub. Ewan stood nearby, counting and recording the numbers in a ledger, occasionally casting a glance at Asher Ryder, who was using steel wire to tightly secure the box lids.
Dorman beamed a wide grin, carefully arranging each box onto the cart as if he were transporting fragile eggs: "Mr. Ewan, I will be heading back now. I will drop by tomorrow morning to grab the rest. The boss said that if you have any more fresh goods, just set them aside for the store, and do not worry about the price."
