"Little Shu, charge ten thousand!"
Faced with such a generous patron, Lin Xu simply chose to bow to the power of money. What else could I say?
"More chili or less?"
"More!"
"Got it, I'll go prepare."
Upstairs, to ensure there was enough fish offal for the evening, Lin Xu asked Che Zai to buy more, the more the better.
After that, he began preparing the dishes for Chen Yan.
He poked open the Fish Intestines with scissors, first washing them to remove internal impurities. Then, he scrubbed them with salt, followed by two more washes with flour. He continued washing until the Fish Intestines no longer felt sticky to the touch.
