Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

After walking from West Street through several alleys, we finally arrived at North Street, which was much more bustling in comparison.

As Yin Qingyou walked along, she discovered many snacks nearby, such as fried glutinous rice balls, tofu pudding, fried sparrows, and various kinds of sesame cakes.

After wandering around for half a day, she also noticed that the people working nearby also just grabbed a quick bite at lunchtime.

Most of the meals consisted of steamed buns with pickled vegetables. Two steamed buns cost one coin, and if you bought two coins' worth, you would get a small portion of pickled vegetables for free.

Of course, this kind of pickled vegetable doesn't taste very good; it's barely enough to make you eat steamed buns.

The weather is very cold now, after all, it's damp and chilly.

After a busy day, all I get is some plain steamed buns and a couple of sips of water, which might not even be hot.

Suddenly, Yin Qingyou remembered that she needed to do something.

She can make mala tang (a type of spicy hot pot)!!

I just don't know if there are any chili peppers available now, but it's okay if there aren't any, we can just make it with bone broth first.

The people here might not be used to eating spicy food yet!

Once she thought of this, Yin Qingyou decided to put it into practice.

With quick eyes and hands, they found a large, rather dilapidated shop, but the price was not high, only two hundred coins a month, which would amount to just over two taels of silver a year. This was nothing.

Yin Qingyou didn't plan to use anything inside. She called someone over to do some simple repairs, and then ordered a few tables and chairs from a carpenter, asking them to be delivered tomorrow.

She wandered around the streets again and finally realized that the idea of ​​eating mala tang was actually very unrealistic. Vegetables were very scarce here, especially in winter. If you wanted to eat something green, it was probably only the wealthy who could afford it.

At least, as she wandered around the street, she didn't find a single vegetable stall. Even if she did, they only had cabbages and greens, and the prices were quite high.

Yin Qingyou stood by the roadside for a long time and finally decided to make duck blood vermicelli soup... First of all, duck blood vermicelli soup is very cheap, after all, it is made up of offal, which most people think is dirty and will not eat. Duck gizzards and the like are not very expensive either.

So, Yin Qingyou went to a place that specialized in slaughtering ducks and finally negotiated with someone to buy duck blood and offal.

After settling these matters, they went to buy some bowls, chopsticks, and other items, agreeing to have them delivered to the shop the next day.

It was already dark by then. She ate a bowl of hot wontons by the roadside before leisurely walking home in the cool breeze.

When she got home, the lights inside were still on.

Hearing the sound of the door open, Fang Ruofei walked out of the house. As soon as she stepped out, a gust of cold wind blew, and Fang Ruofei shrank her neck.

"Come in quickly!"

It was freezing cold, so Fang Ruofei pulled Yin Qingyou inside and immediately closed the door behind them.

"Qingyou, you must be exhausted after such a long day!"

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

"Fortunately!"

Yin Qingyou gave a curt reply and then fell silent.

"Come and eat quickly! I made porridge."

Fang Ruofei pulled Qingyou down to sit. Yin Qingyou looked at the table and saw only two bowls of thin porridge; there was nothing else.