Lin Qingyan not only likes to eat meat herself, but she also asked Lin Zhiheng and Grandma Lin in advance. They actually had the same taste as her. So, she pointed to the tenderloin, hind leg, and belly meat with more lean meat: "Uncle, I want these parts."

In these areas, the ratio of lean meat to fat is about seven to three, so it's neither too dry nor too greasy.

The brigade leader was somewhat surprised to see that Lin Qingyan didn't want the fatty parts: "Little Lin, are you sure you want these? Will they taste good when cooked?"

Yes, I'm sure.

"Alright then, let Butcher Zhang cut the meat."

Butcher Zhang knew that Lin Qingyan was the one who made sure everyone had meat to eat, and he was very grateful. He carefully cut the meat for her, and he cut whichever piece she wanted.

Lin Qingyan took a bamboo basket from home, lined the bottom with oil paper, and placed the meat she had been allotted on the oil paper.

After receiving the meat, she and Granny Lin stepped aside.

Grandma Lin actually wanted the pig offal in the bucket; she still missed the taste of it from the last time she ate it. But since Lin Qingyan hadn't spoken up, she couldn't ask the brigade leader for it.

When Lin Qingyan was at the meat counter, she noticed that her eyes kept glancing at the pig offal. After they moved aside, Lin Qingyan said, "Grandma, do you still want to eat pig offal?"

Grandma Lin nodded: "Girl, those things taste better than this meat."

“Grandma, we just got the meat before everyone else, and we got so much of it. If we go and ask for the offal now, people might have something to say. Let’s go home first, leave the meat there, and come back later. If no one wants the offal, we’ll take it home.”

"well."

Mother Lu loved watching the villagers slaughter pigs and divide the meat in a lively manner, so she came with Li Qinqin, the old lady.

When she saw the brigade leader praising Lin Qingyan, she excitedly patted Li Qinqin on the shoulder: "So it turns out that little Lin Qingyan is even more amazing than I thought!"

"That's right. Sister Qingyan can not only treat people, but also animals. The old ox in the brigade was cured by Sister Qingyan when it was sick."

Mrs. Lu clicked her tongue: "Such a good girl, why doesn't Zheng Ting like her?"

Speaking of this, Li Qinqin shook her head speechlessly: "That day, my cousin clearly admitted to me that he liked Sister Qingyan. You have no idea how good he was to Sister Qingyan back then. Who knew that he would change his mind after a few months away?"