At night, when there were more people, Fang Ruofei really wanted to change places with Mei Hua and the others.
But she doesn't know how to handle those things.
In the end, Mei Hua forced her to go over, and she went back to wash things.
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, dripping water turned into ice, but after washing for most of the day, her slender and white fingers were now red, and one of her fingers was already red, swollen, and itchy.
Fang Ruofei's eyes suddenly turned red and she didn't want to do it anymore.
When he walked to Yin Qingming's side, he felt dizzy and went back.
Yin Qingying was always on guard against her, so it would be great for her to go back.
When Fang Ruofei returned, Yin Qingping started doing things very calmly.
Such a dull day has passed only a few days.
This evening, it was at the evening market again.
The shop was packed with people.
A month later, Yin Qingxing's shop not only stocked duck blood vermicelli, noodles, but also fried rice with duck offal, and noodle soup.
I went to some houses to collect some pumpkins and made pumpkin cakes, as well as some snacks such as tea eggs.
Although the price is a little more expensive than the street stalls.
But when you eat these snacks here, you will be given a bowl of duck blood soup made with duck bones.
Therefore, more people like to come to eat.
Those who are willing to eat will write duck blood vermicelli, and those who are not willing to eat will have two tea eggs, plus a big steamed bun bought elsewhere, and drink a bowl of soup here.
Fortunately, the people who drank the soup here were still very conscious. After eating, they quickly gave up their seats. Some even wanted to help wash the dishes, but Yin Qingying stopped them all.
Mei Hua was a little puzzled, "Sister Qingying, you don't make any money like this, why are you still doing this?"
"They are all poor people, and this bowl of soup is not worth anything."
Yin Qingqing answered Mei Hua while doing what he was doing.
Mei Hua was slightly in a trance listening to Yin Qingxing's words.
Just when the business was in full swing, a group of people who were incompatible with this place walked in from outside.
The person who was eating could not help but stop what he was doing when he saw the person coming. He felt that eating and drinking in front of such a person was a kind of blasphemy.
Yin Qingping saw that the originally noisy shop suddenly became silent. He felt strange and raised his head unexpectedly.
As soon as he looked up, he saw a group of men dressed in black, surrounding a man wearing a fox fur cloak.
That man was indistinguishable from male to female, his narrow eyes were slightly glazed, and he looked extremely lazy. His eyebrows were slightly raised, and he seemed to be filled with infinite affection.
Her skin was like jade, probably because she was wearing red fox fur. With such support, she looked even more ethereal, like a fairy.
Probably sensing Yin Qingxing's gaze, he also looked towards Yin Qingxing.
His eyes were as gentle as water.
But Yin Qingping felt a cold feeling in his heart for no reason, and he felt a little timid inside.
This person must not be simple.
Yin Qingying withdrew his gaze. At this time, one of the men in black suits surrounding the man in the red cloak walked towards Yin Qingying.
"Excuse me, girl, do you still remember me?"