Novel & Cerita Seafood City Salary

She asked and put a strawberry on the plates, making my Mom giggle. I shook my head, "No, it is fine and it was just a paper job, The salary is so high." I spoke excitedly, Meggay tilted her head like she was confused. "How much is the salary?" She asked me and smiled at my Mom who was eating everything she put on the plates. "300,000, per month," I said making her jaw drop, my Mom also stopped eating and looked at me.

His face turned red, but soon, he turned around and didn't dare to look at him anymore. "What's wrong?" "Nothing. I suddenly remembered that this is a water city. Will there be a lot of seafood?" "Yes, I will!" After putting on a set of beige casual clothes, Christiano turned to look at Adeline and said, "There's a lot of food in Hai County that you can't eat, especially crabs. They're cold and can't be eaten." "..."

The cart screeched as I pivoted toward frozen fish. His hand shot out to block me. "Don't." The streetwise sneer faltered. "Those had more freezer burn than my ex's heart. If you want decent cod..." He checked his phone, the cracked screen glowing 2:47 AM. "Pier 16's market opens at four. Old Man Russo guts them while they're still pissed off." I arched a brow. "You moonlight as a seafood sommelier?" "Grew up scaling mackerel at the docks." He flicked ash into a potted basil plant. "Before the developers turned it into artisanal kombucha stalls."

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"After eating, we will see it. Eat!" They are in an ordinary restaurant on the beach. Marco used to reserve an elite restaurant at a five-star hotel, but for what? They come for the view of this city, right? They eat a serving of all seafood in one large pot, distilled then mixed with spicy seasonings. There are lobsters, prawns, squid, assorted shellfish, abalone. A large bowl, served along with a mini portable stove, to keep the dishes hot. "Looks like I won't be craving seafood anymore! The portion I ate is equivalent to my seafood intake in a year."

Fane asked again after some thought popped into his mind. “Well, it’s about 12 thousand right now. As you know, Swallow City is an expensive city. Though my children are working, I still hope that I can contribute a little to the family and not burden them so much. So I decided to continue working to earn some money and to kill some time as well!” The old-aged doctor gave a small smile and answered. “I see. Hmmm. Starting from this month, you’re gonna get 30 thousand per month! I'm gonna get two to three assistants for you so that you can take turns to take a break, and I’ll give those assistants 20 thousand per month.”

RAINE’S POV “Seafood?” I asked, a wild guess. “Seafood.” We drove out of the city to a quiet restaurant tucked away along the coast, the kind of place with no flashy signs and no social media tags. Just fresh ingredients flown in from Japan and Norway or somewhere fancy like that.

He steadied his excited heart and, with trembling hands, answered the phone. "Mayor Jimmy, hold your horses. Let me guess your reason for calling me." Stephen said with a grin, "It must be because Seaside City has hit a GDP of two trillion, right?" The mayor, Jimmy Fairly, paused on the other end of the line. Hitting two trillion? It would be a blessing if Seaside City's GDP did not drop from 1.8 trillion to 1.5 trillion at that point.

A normal weeknight after work, Kaycee and I craved seafood, so we decided to have dinner at one of the city's famous seafood restaurants. We'd eaten there twice before, and I have to admit the food was satisfying and delicious. We ordered lobsters and crabs, seaweed soup, mussels with garlic rice, and some delectable desserts. The food arrived after thirty minutes, and I felt excited as soon as those delectable lobsters were placed on our table. We were about to eat when someone approached and greeted us.

Aren't you eating what Shen Yu ordered? KrisTinaen Oliver put down his chopsticks and looked at him with a chest ring. 'This table of seafood is the best seafood restaurant in the city. The origin of seafood is marked. Where's your Chili sauce? Do you have a hygiene permit? Are you sure you have used pesticides? A bottle of such shabby chili sauce is compared with a seafood dinner. Who gave you courage? ' KrisTinaen Oliver didn't control her voice. The staff on the side didn't know how many ears she listened to. When she heard the gossip, her eyes became bright.