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I cut the stewed duck gizzards and duck liver and duck intestines one by one, and cut the coriander and green onions, and put them in a basket on the side for later use.

The fan put it in a wooden bucket again, soaked it, and then covered it with gauze.

At this time, Carpenter Li came again and brought some wooden plates.

Yin Qingming looked at the tray and did a very good job.

Thanks.

"Sister, you smell so good here, I haven't had breakfast yet, give me a bowl."

Carpenter Li immediately sat down cheerfully.

"Brother Li, do you want fans or noodles?"

Yin Qingming asked aloud.

"This fan can still eat like this? Just eat the fan!"

Carpenter Li was a little puzzled, and he looked forward to it.

Yin Qingming nodded, grabbed a handful of fans, threw them in the bamboo basket, and put them in the duck soup before they became hot. After a while, they opened.

I put it in a big bowl, put some soup in it, grabbed a bit of duck gizzard and duck liver and threw it in.

Finally, he sprinkled some coriander and green onions, and took the tray that Carpenter Li had just sent.

Li Carpenter saw the fan soup she brought over. The soup base was milky-white, exuding aroma. Duck blood and duck gizzards were all on it, and green cilantro was dotted on it. It was really delicious in color and fragrance.

Right now, I started to eat, and after a while, I ate all of them.

"Sister...you fan soup is so delicious!"

Carpenter Li was sweating.

"It's delicious, come and eat often!"

Yin Qingming smiled slightly. The feeling of being liked by this kind of thing is really wonderful.

"how much!"

Carpenter Li was about to ask for money, but was pushed over by Yin Qingming.

"This time it's my request, next time Big Brother Li is giving money!"

"Well!"

Carpenter Li is also a refreshing person. He walked out in great strides, and he gave a lot of publicity to Yin Qingming.

So... Yin Qingming was busy like a spinning top.

Breakfast and lunch, one after another busy work until almost afternoon.

Seeing the night, Yin Qingming had prepared the materials again.

In the evening, there was another busy schedule... until it was dark, it became quiet, and Yin Qingming began to clean up the duck gizzards that people had just sent over, and it was ready.

Put the duck rack on the fire and simmer slowly.

I started counting money again... I was taken down when I counted the money.

There are a total of nine hundred letters, almost one or two dollars.

With a smile at the corner of Yin Qingming's mouth, he collected the money and planned to get up, but at this time someone came in again.

"The guest officer is closed!"

Yin Qingming raised his head as he spoke.

I just saw a man standing upright, standing there.

He was wearing a simple black robe, the ink hair on his head was tied with a hosta, and he was holding a sword in his hand.

His face is like a crown jade, his eyes are like a bright star... If that's not the case, he looks like a martial artist, looking at the kind of **** reckless in unusual clothes.

It's just that people like this, how come to such a place to eat, Yin Qingming's heart flashed a little suspicious.

"Anyway, the stove hasn't gone out, so the girl can just make something to eat!"

The man ignored what Yin Qingming said, and sat down.