The person who spoke was a young man, who looked to be in his twenties, probably about the same age as Avery.
"What did you say?" Avery stared, thinking he had heard wrongly.
"I said I want them all." The young man picked up a tomato from Avery's truck, wiped it on his clothes, and then took a bite of most of it. He mumbled, "Yes, this is the taste."
Avery said: "Are you sure you want them all? There are several hundred kilograms here." Several hundred kilograms was just Avery's casual estimate, he didn't know exactly how much there was.
"Yeah." The young man nodded and ate all the tomatoes in two or three bites. Then he took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Avery. "I run a restaurant in the city. My friend tasted your tomatoes a few days ago and said they tasted good."
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