Qi Yun took a sip from his teacup and smiled at him, "What if it's Tang Dynasty silverware?"
Shi Feng's hand suddenly shook, and he looked at Qi Yun in disbelief, "Tang Dynasty silverware?"
"That's right, and its origin is quite unique. You'll understand when it returns to its original state," Qi Yun replied.
Upon hearing this, Shi Feng's eyes instantly brightened. He picked up the trough again and examined it more closely.
After a while, he put down the trough and frowned, saying, "This work still requires a professional. Come with me."
After speaking, he led Qi Yun to a shop at the corner of the street.
Shi Feng placed the trough on the counter and said to an old man in the back, "Master Qin, please help remove the grime from this silverware."
Master Qin looked at Shi Feng, then turned his gaze to the trough on the counter, pushed his glasses, and said, "One Quanjude roast duck."
Shi Feng chuckled, "No problem, I'll send it over later."
