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Walking past West Street and passing through several small alleys, we arrived at North Street. In contrast, North Street is much more prosperous.

Yin Qingming walked all the way and found a lot of snacks nearby, such as deep-fried small lanterns, tofu flowers, deep-fried sparrows, and biscuits of various colors.

After shopping for a long time, she also found that people working nearby, at noon, are also taking a bite indiscriminately.

Most steamed buns come with pickles. Steamed buns cost two cents. Those who buy two cents will give you a small portion of pickles.

Of course, this kind of pickle doesn't have much taste, it's worth eating steamed buns.

Now this weather is very cold, after all, it is cold and humid.

After working hard for a long time, I was eating some white steamed buns and drinking two sips of water, maybe it was not hot.

Suddenly, Yin Qingming remembered what to do.

She can make Mala Tang! !

I just don't know if there are any chili now, but it doesn't matter if there is no chili, but first boil it with bone broth.

People here may not be used to hot peppers yet!

Thinking of this, Yin Qingming planned to do it.

I quickly found a large storefront, which was very shabby, but it was not expensive, only two hundred yuan a month, and only a little bit more for the whole year, this pen is nothing.

Yin Qingming didn't plan to use the contents anymore. He called for a simple repair, then went to the carpenter to order a few tables and stools, and ordered them to be delivered tomorrow.

She wandered around the street again, and finally found that the idea of ​​mala Tang is actually very unrealistic. The vegetables here are very scarce, especially in winter. If you want to eat something green, I am afraid it is only from rich people. Can eat.

At least, she was wandering the street at this time and didn't find a stall selling vegetables. Even if she saw it, it was just some cabbage and vegetables. The price was still a bit high when asked.

Yin Qingming stood on the side of the road and thought for a long time, and finally decided to be a duck blood fan...First of all, duck blood fans are very cheap. After all, they are all internal organs. Most people think it is dirty and will not eat it, duck gizzard. It will not be very expensive.

So Yin Qingming went to find a place specializing in slaughtering ducks, and finally discussed with someone to buy duck blood and internal organs.

After discussing 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, and she ate a bowl of hot small wontons on the side of the road, and then went back slowly with a cool breeze.

When she got home, the lights in the house were still bright.

Probably after hearing the sound of the door, the door opened immediately, and Fang Ruofei walked out of the house. As soon as he came out, she was blown by the cold wind, and Fang Ruofei's neck shrank.

"Come in soon!"

It was very cold, Fang Ruofei directly dragged Yin Qingming into it. As soon as the person entered, he closed the door all at once.

"Qingming, you are also exhausted this day!"

Fang Ruofei poured her a cup of hot tea and asked.

"It's not bad!"

Yin Qingming replied faintly, and then stopped responding.

"Come and eat! I made porridge."

Fang Ruofei sat down with Qingming, Yin Qingming looked at the table, there were only two bowls of gruel, and nothing else.