After cutting open and gutting the Little Silver Fish, Qian Qi placed them into a stone bowl and set it on the fire. Once they were steamed and roasted adequately, she reached into another pocket, took out a small bag of new salt, and sprinkled it on.
The aromatic smell made Xu Yingtai and the others salivate. As soon as the Little Silver Fish were completely cooked, they eagerly took out their chopsticks, ready to eat.
"Hey? What are you doing?" Qian Qi raised her hand to block his chopsticks, her eyes full of reproach as if dealing with a disobedient child. "How can you be so thoughtless as a grown-up? Where's my IOU?"
Xu Yingtai reluctantly wrote an IOU for 2000 bucks and handed it to Qian Qi, then took the stone bowl from her hands.
Everyone ate happily, consuming nearly three bowls of Little Silver Fish, and then they patted their bellies and contentedly burped near the fire.
