Fried Fish Balls, Braised Fish, pickled fish, sweet and sour fish, Fish Hot Pot...
Just thinking about so many kinds of fish, Xu Ying couldn't help but swallow.
Fish Hot Pot, in the cold winter weather, if you could have Fish Hot Pot at home, how comfortable that would be.
"Mom, wait for me at home, I'm going out for a bit, we'll have grilled Fish Hot Pot later," said Xu Ying before riding her bike to the closest meat and sundry goods shop.
"Excuse me, do you have tripe?" Xu Ying ran inside and looked around but didn't see any.
The sales clerk looked puzzled, "What's tripe?"
Xu Ying regretted it for a second, realizing that the information gap was too great. Hot pot hadn't arrived on their side yet, let alone tripe: "I mean beef offal, pork offal, do you have any of those?"
The clerk sized up Xu Ying after hearing this, noticing the bike parked at the door; indeed, appearances can be deceiving.
