Don't run away
Chapter 716 Gold medal little chef 27
Chapter 716 Gold medal little chef 27
Yin Qingyu ignored it, and started packing up after eating.
At night, when there were more people, Fang Ruofei really wanted to change places with Meihua and the others.
But she doesn't know how to handle those things.
In the end, she was forcibly taken over by Meihua, and she went back to wash things.
In this cold and twelfth lunar month, the dripping water turned into ice, but after washing for a long time, her originally slender and tender fingers were now red, and one finger was already red and swollen, and it was still itchy.
Fang Ruofei's eyes turned red immediately, and she didn't want to do it anymore.
Walking to Yin Qingyu's side, he felt dizzy and went back.
Yin Qingyu was always on guard against her, so it would be great for her to go back.
When Fang Ruofei went back, Yin Qingyu started to do things very calmly.
Such an ordinary day has not passed for a few days.
This evening, it was time for the evening market again.
Inside the shop, it was full of people.
After a month, Yin Qingyu's shop not only has duck blood vermicelli, noodles, but also fried rice with duck offal, and noodle soup.
I went to some people to collect some pumpkins, made pumpkin cakes, and made some tea eggs and other snacks.
Although the price is a little bit more expensive than the road stalls.
But if you eat these snacks here, you will be served a bowl of duck blood soup made from 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 ask for two tea eggs, plus big steamed buns bought elsewhere, and drink a bowl of soup here.
Fortunately, the people who are drinking soup here are still very self-conscious. After eating, they quickly give up their seats, and some have to help wash the dishes, but they are all held back by Yin Qingyu.
Mei Hua was a little puzzled, "Sister Qingyu, you don't make money like this, why do you still do it?"
"They are all poor people, and this bowl of soup is worthless."
Yin Qingyu answered Mei Hua while doing the things in hand.
Mei Hua listened to Yin Qingyu's words, slightly lost in thought.
Just when the busyness was in full swing, a group of people who didn't fit in here walked in from the outside.
The person who was eating could not help but stop the movement of his hands when he saw someone coming. He only felt that eating and drinking in front of such a person was a kind of blasphemy.
Seeing the noisy shop, Yin Qingyu suddenly became silent, felt strange, raised his head.
As soon as he looked up, he saw a group of men in black clothes surrounding a man in a fox fur cloak.
That man was indistinguishable from male and female, his long and narrow eyes were narrowing slightly, looking extremely lazy, his brows and eyes were slightly raised, and he seemed to be full of infinite affection.
The skin is like Yingyu, probably because of the red fox fur. With such a support, the whole person is even more ethereal like a fairy.
Probably feeling Yin Qingyu's gaze, he also looked towards Yin Qingyu.
His gaze, faint, is as gentle as the flow of water.
But Yin Qingyu felt a chill in his heart for no reason, a little timid in his heart.
This person must not be simple.
Yin Qingyu turned his gaze back, and at this time, one of the men in black clothes surrounding the man in the red cloak walked towards Yin Qingyu.
"Ma'am, do you remember me?"
(End of this chapter)
Yin Qingyu ignored it, and started packing up after eating.
At night, when there were more people, Fang Ruofei really wanted to change places with Meihua and the others.
But she doesn't know how to handle those things.
In the end, she was forcibly taken over by Meihua, and she went back to wash things.
In this cold and twelfth lunar month, the dripping water turned into ice, but after washing for a long time, her originally slender and tender fingers were now red, and one finger was already red and swollen, and it was still itchy.
Fang Ruofei's eyes turned red immediately, and she didn't want to do it anymore.
Walking to Yin Qingyu's side, he felt dizzy and went back.
Yin Qingyu was always on guard against her, so it would be great for her to go back.
When Fang Ruofei went back, Yin Qingyu started to do things very calmly.
Such an ordinary day has not passed for a few days.
This evening, it was time for the evening market again.
Inside the shop, it was full of people.
After a month, Yin Qingyu's shop not only has duck blood vermicelli, noodles, but also fried rice with duck offal, and noodle soup.
I went to some people to collect some pumpkins, made pumpkin cakes, and made some tea eggs and other snacks.
Although the price is a little bit more expensive than the road stalls.
But if you eat these snacks here, you will be served a bowl of duck blood soup made from 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 ask for two tea eggs, plus big steamed buns bought elsewhere, and drink a bowl of soup here.
Fortunately, the people who are drinking soup here are still very self-conscious. After eating, they quickly give up their seats, and some have to help wash the dishes, but they are all held back by Yin Qingyu.
Mei Hua was a little puzzled, "Sister Qingyu, you don't make money like this, why do you still do it?"
"They are all poor people, and this bowl of soup is worthless."
Yin Qingyu answered Mei Hua while doing the things in hand.
Mei Hua listened to Yin Qingyu's words, slightly lost in thought.
Just when the busyness was in full swing, a group of people who didn't fit in here walked in from the outside.
The person who was eating could not help but stop the movement of his hands when he saw someone coming. He only felt that eating and drinking in front of such a person was a kind of blasphemy.
Seeing the noisy shop, Yin Qingyu suddenly became silent, felt strange, raised his head.
As soon as he looked up, he saw a group of men in black clothes surrounding a man in a fox fur cloak.
That man was indistinguishable from male and female, his long and narrow eyes were narrowing slightly, looking extremely lazy, his brows and eyes were slightly raised, and he seemed to be full of infinite affection.
The skin is like Yingyu, probably because of the red fox fur. With such a support, the whole person is even more ethereal like a fairy.
Probably feeling Yin Qingyu's gaze, he also looked towards Yin Qingyu.
His gaze, faint, is as gentle as the flow of water.
But Yin Qingyu felt a chill in his heart for no reason, a little timid in his heart.
This person must not be simple.
Yin Qingyu turned his gaze back, and at this time, one of the men in black clothes surrounding the man in the red cloak walked towards Yin Qingyu.
"Ma'am, do you remember me?"
(End of this chapter)
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