It was already afternoon, but Stone City Old Street still had plenty of people. Only some of the vendors had left, and the spaces they left behind made the street less crowded.
Li Long left the Jeep in the parking lot and strolled down the street. He did not ask about Ke Youmu's brother-in-law, thinking he would look around on his own.
The smell of offal soup was strong, so Li Long soon found the place, between the Milk Tea Shop and Chen Xingbang's meat stall.
To Li Long's surprise, Ke Youmu was also helping at the offal stall. A Uyghur woman wearing a headscarf was doing the work, and Li Long guessed she must be Ke Youmu's wife.
"Boss Li?" Ke Youmu was surprised to see Li Long and called out in astonishment, then smiled. "Welcome, welcome! Come, try a bowl of offal soup?"
"Sure." Li Long smiled and went over to sit down.
It was not mealtime, so there were few customers. One of the two tables outside the offal soup shop was empty, and Li Long sat down there.
Ke Youmu soon brought a steaming bowl of offal soup and set it in front of Li Long, then laid a pair of chopsticks across the bowl.
It smelled delicious. He could tell it was the aroma of the offal itself, without any foul smell. Very good.
Li Long picked up a piece of tripe and chewed it. It was very tender, not too salty, and quite fragrant.
"Good, very good." Li Long nodded as he ate. "Nicely done. Is that your wife?" he asked Ke Youmu, who had already sat down across from him.
"Yes, she is." Ke Youmu sounded a little proud. "There wasn't much to do at home. The offal soup was her idea. At