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Chapter 159 Jiang Yong'an, the drunkard, why don't you marry me?

"Xiao Gu, where did you get so much pork?"

Starting in the afternoon, Jiang Mingyi kept running over to deliver pork, which looked freshly slaughtered, and several diners asked about it.

Gu An'an laughed, "I was lucky to get it from the mountain. Some customers asked about it, so I'll slaughter another one tomorrow and sell some cheap pork to everyone as a way of thanking you all for your support."

Pork that is not clean has always been considered unrefined. Although many people eat pork now, for wealthy families, beef, mutton, chicken, duck and fish are the finest meats.

However, people really welcome wild boar meat.

After all, this thing grows up in the mountains and fields, not next to a latrine.

Poor families are generally not so particular; they just want food that tastes good.

Furthermore, when people are starving, they will eat tree bark and even exchange their own children to eat each other.

What's wrong with eating pork?

Gu An'an watched Jiang Yong'an chopping meat sauce. She went home to cook dinner. After dinner, Gu An'an took out the bowl of pork belly with a good balance of fat and lean meat that she had left behind and started cutting it into small pieces.

Make braised pork.

She's going to prepare a whole pig feast tomorrow.

However, stewing meat at home is not suitable, and the ingredients are not as complete as in the store. After preparing the meat, Gu An'an carried the large basin of meat to the shop.

It was already dark, and Liu Jiuniang had long since finished work and gone home.

The shop door was locked from the outside.

Gu An'an opened the door and went inside, but heard noises coming from inside.

"Who goes there?" As she spoke, Gu An'an put down the large bowl of meat in her hand and hid the entrenching tool behind her back.

A spark flashed in the darkness, followed by a lit candlestick.

Gu An'an looked at the person with a puzzled expression, "What are you doing here?"

Only then did she notice a jar of wine on the table.

The aroma of wine filled the air, but Jiang Yong'an gave her the feeling that he was drowning his sorrows in alcohol.

What brings you here?

The man seemed to have drunk too much; his eyes were slightly red.

He stared intently at Gu An'an, a hint of resentment seemingly hidden in his eyes.

Dude, the way you're looking at me makes me feel like a jerk.

She had no idea how she had offended Jiang Yong'an.

Is it because today is the anniversary of the death of Old Man Jiang?

Quietly putting away the entrenching tool, Gu An'an took the meat to the back kitchen. There were three stoves in the back kitchen, but she only needed to use two of them on a regular basis.

Gu An'an placed the bowl containing the meat chunks into the pot.

You need to soak it in cold water so the meat won't spoil.

Gu An'an turned to go to the well, but when she saw Jiang Yong'an touching her from behind, she was so frightened that she covered her chest.

A faint smell of alcohol lingered in her nostrils, making Gu An'an feel dizzy for a moment.

What are you doing?

"I'll stew the meat first thing tomorrow morning, and I need to fetch some well water in case it spoils."

"Then why not just put it in the well?"

The man's question left Gu An'an somewhat uncertain. Was he truly drunk, or was he using his "drunkenness" as an excuse?

"If the meat fat goes into the water, how can we drink that water?"

Jiang Yong'an nodded. "I see. I understand now."

As he spoke, he turned around, picked up the wooden bucket, and went to the well to draw water.

Just how much alcohol did they drink?

Gu An'an even thought the person would fall into the well.

Fortunately, this worst-case scenario did not occur.

Jiang Yong'an returned carrying a bucket of water, and was about to pour it into the pot.

Gu An'an quickly took it from him, saying, "I'll do it."

Do you think I'm drunk and my hands are unsteady?

People who have drunk too much always say they haven't drunk too much; it turns out that this has been the case from ancient times to the present.

"How could I possibly have drunk too much? Look, I didn't spill a single drop of water."

Gu An'an looked at the empty bowl, picked it up, and turned it upside down. "I didn't spill anything."

Jiang Yong'an was stunned for a moment, then gave Gu An'an a thumbs up, "You're better than me."

Gu An'an: "..."

How much alcohol did this person drink to get this drunk?

If you were just going to get a plate of peanuts, why would you have to go to such lengths?

There's no point in reasoning with a drunkard; Gu An'an understood this a long time ago.

Jiang Yong'an watched as Gu An'an poured water into the pot and cleaned it up.

"You are so virtuous, whoever marries you is so lucky."

Gu An'an: "...Thank you so much for your compliment."

"You're welcome. If you're thinking of getting married, just tell me. I know quite a few talented young men. What type of man do you like?"

Gu An'an turned around and looked at the man following behind her. The usually composed man was now unsteady on his feet.

It wasn't that he drank too much; he probably just couldn't hold his liquor.

"Jiang Yong'an, if you're feeling down, just get drunk and go to sleep. Once you're asleep, everything will be fine."

The man laughed when he heard this, and his voice grew louder and louder, to the point that Gu An'an felt like she had stirred up a hornet's nest.

"How could nothing have happened? Are you trying to fool me like a child?" The man picked up the wine jar and gulped down the wine.

A burning sensation shot through his head, making his eyes red. "Today is that bastard's birthday! What 'celebration for all people'? Does he really think he's a good person? He's a complete scoundrel!"

On an ordinary day in April, many people may be celebrating their birthdays.

But the only one who celebrated with the whole nation was probably the Longqing Emperor.

Gu An'an's brow twitched—

Did this person have a grudge against the Longqing Emperor?

Now even my eyelids are twitching uncontrollably.

How could they possibly have such a deep-seated hatred for the emperor?

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