Jiang Yuan took the fingerprints, began marking, and then moved on to comparison.
Meanwhile, Miao Ruixiang, acting as the assistant, stared at a pot of used cooking oil and the remaining half-barrel of Golden Dragon Fish oil, lost in thought.
Oil that had been used to deep-fry just one finger actually still looked pretty clean. Other than a bit of white froth at the edge of the pot, which could be skimmed off… frying another hundred or so fingers wouldn't really be a problem.
"Senior, should we pour out the leftover oil?" Miao Ruixiang asked hesitantly.
Jiang Yuan, engrossed in fingerprint comparison, paused in confusion: "What else? You planning to take it home?"
"No, no, it's not like it's rabbit meat." Miao Ruixiang quickly shook his head: "I just thought, in case later you want to fry more fingers—or maybe toes…"
"Pour it out. There aren't nearly that many fingers to fry. Toes won't be necessary either." Jiang Yuan waved dismissively.
