Yin Qingying walked along and found a lot of snacks nearby, such as fried small dumplings, tofu curds, fried sparrows, and various kinds of sesame cakes.
After walking around for a long time, she also discovered that people working nearby were also being treated randomly at noon.
Most of them are steamed buns with pickles. The steamed buns cost one penny for two. If you buy two cents, you will get a small portion of pickles as a gift.
Of course, pickles like this don’t have a very good taste and can barely be eaten with steamed buns.
The weather now is very cold. After all, it is cold and humid.
After working hard for a long time, I was nibbling some white steamed buns and drinking a few mouthfuls of water. Maybe it was not warm yet.
Suddenly, Yin Qingxing thought of something to do.
She can make spicy hotpot! !
I just don’t know if there are chili peppers now, but it doesn’t matter if there are no chili peppers, but make it with bone broth first.
People here may not be used to eating chili peppers yet!
As soon as he thought of this, Yin Qingying decided to do it.
With a quick eye and quick hands, I found a large store. It was very shabby, but the money was not expensive. It only cost two hundred cents a month, and the whole year was only a little more than two taels of silver. This pen was nothing.
Yin Qingping didn't plan to use the things inside, so he called someone over to make some simple repairs. He also went to the carpenter to order some tables and stools and asked for them to be delivered tomorrow.
She wandered around the streets again, and finally discovered that the idea of Malatang was actually very unrealistic. Vegetables here are very scarce, especially in winter. If you want to eat green ones, you probably have to be rich. Can eat it.
At least, she was wandering around the street and didn't find a vegetable stall. Even if she did, it was just some cabbage and green vegetables. The price was still a bit high after asking.
Yin Qingying stood on the side of the road and thought for a long time, and finally decided to make duck blood vermicelli... First of all, duck blood vermicelli is very cheap. After all, it is some internal organs. Most people think it is dirty and will not eat it, such as duck gizzards. It won't be very expensive either.
So, Yin Qingping went to find a place that specialized in duck slaughter, and finally discussed with someone about purchasing duck blood and offal.
After negotiating these things, I went to buy some bowls and chopsticks and other things, and agreed to deliver them to the shop tomorrow.
At this time, it was already dark, so she ate another bowl of hot wontons on the roadside, and then went back slowly with the cool breeze blowing.
When she returned home, the lights in the house were still bright.
Probably hearing the sound of the door, the door opened suddenly, and Fang Ruofei walked out of the house. As soon as he came out, a cold wind blew, and Fang Ruofei's neck shrank.
"Come in quickly!"
It was so cold that Fang Ruofei directly pulled Yin Qingying in. As soon as he entered, the door was closed.
"Qingming, you must be exhausted from this day!"
Fang Ruofei poured her a cup of hot tea and asked.
"fine!"
Yin Qingqing replied lightly and stopped answering.
"Come and eat quickly! I made porridge."
Fang Ruofei pulled Qing Ming to sit down. Yin Qing Ming looked at the table. There were only two bowls of gruel, and nothing else.