"Human flesh?" Widow Liu murmured, then her voice suddenly rose sharply, "Human flesh?! Erhu, you've been using human flesh to make soup in your spicy hot pot! You've killed someone! Who did you kill...!"

"Ahhh! Murder! Aunt Liu, who do you think was killed?" Su Erhu shrugged and raised his voice.

His tone and volume were almost identical to those of Widow Liu.

Su Dahu sat between the two men, feeling as if his ears had been suddenly hit several times with a stick, and they throbbed with pain.

She glared at Su Erhu with annoyance, "Speak properly!"

Su Erhu pouted, looking completely innocent. "I've been speaking properly the whole time. It's just that Aunt Liu is thinking about something else and can't even understand what I'm saying."

Aunt Liu just said that she cooks meat for three cows every day but it doesn't smell good.

This pork doesn't smell good, this lamb doesn't smell good, but other people's meat smells good.

In short, doesn't that mean human flesh tastes good?

"Pfft..."

Inside the carriage, Su Hua, who was resting with her eyes closed, chuckled softly upon hearing this.

Unexpectedly, her second brother could be quite a troublemaker when necessary.

Without using a single swear word, he slapped himself in the face.

Sitting on the carriage shaft, Widow Liu, having been mocked and ridiculed by the younger generation, felt her old face crumble under the weight of their silvery laughter.

What do you mean by saying she's thinking nonsense, or that other people's meat tastes better? Isn't that just pointing a finger at her and accusing her of having bad ideas?

She just used the excuse of wanting to eat snails to get some stir-fried snail meat, right? She didn't steal or rob anything, so why are you treating her like a thief?

The carriage curtains were tightly closed, and Su Sanhu, like a guardian deity, sat at the door. Everything inside was completely covered up, not a single hair was visible.

The woman glared at the three brothers secretly. Sure enough, they were little brats who had crawled out of Old Lady Su's belly, each one more cunning than the last.

Just thinking about the four copper coins she had given Su Dahu made her feel nauseous.

If she had known she wouldn't get anything out of him, she would have just gotten on the oxcart instead of putting on a smiling face and humbling herself to give him money.

They're all from the same village, so how could Su Dahu not include her, who's an aunt?

The Su siblings were unaware of Widow Liu's ever-changing thoughts, nor did they care to speculate on them.

The oxcart swayed and rattled, finally arriving at Qingshui County around 9:00 AM.

Widow Liu followed the Su siblings all the way to the entrance of Baichuan School before getting off the bus. As soon as she got off, she swayed her hips and headed to the next alley, saying she wanted to buy some fresh mutton to cook.

There was still more than half an hour before Baichuan Academy ended, but the entrance was not as deserted as usual; instead, it was quite lively.

Besides the original wonton stall, mutton soup stall, noodle stall, and sesame seed cake stall, several new faces appeared next to it.

In front of them was an iron pot, and beside them were buckets of vegetables, including cabbage, bok choy, cilantro, and bok choy.

Beneath the pot was a tin stove about half a person's height, with firewood burning brightly inside. The bright red broth gradually bubbled and rose with the fire, and the spiciness of the chili peppers seemed enough to drown a person.

"Achoo! Achoo..." Su Hua hadn't even touched the ground with her toes before she sneezed four or five times.

Several circles of people were gathered around the stall, sneezing while covering their noses and staring intently at the iron pot in the center.

"Why hasn't my order of a bunch of cabbage and a bunch of cilantro been served yet?"

"Street vendor, I got up especially early to eat this skewer, hurry up!"

"Street vendor, I want some pork skewers, give me two to try!"

"I want to eat pig intestines and pig liver skewers..."

The unfamiliar vendors were busy and cheerful.

"Alright, alright, we have everything! Two vegetarian skewers for one coin each, one meat skewer for one coin each. Everyone line up, one at a time..."

Su Erhu, who was about to move his things out, stared wide-eyed. "Damn it! We've only been running our spicy hot pot business for one day, and the money hasn't even warmed up yet, and all these people trying to steal our business have already shown up!?"

"Achoo!" Su Sanhu covered his nose and sneezed violently, his brows furrowing. "Their asking price is half of ours, they're clearly trying to squeeze us out."

Su Dahu only glanced at it briefly before looking away and chuckled, "Last time when we were selling flavored snails in Cangwu Town, the boiled river snails also came the next day."

In the end, didn't they all slink away in disgrace?

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a loud spit from a nearby mala tang (spicy hot pot) stall.

Then came an overwhelming chorus of coughs.

"Oh my god, what is this thing? One bite and I feel like half my life is gone from the spiciness?"

"Isn't pig intestine supposed to be delicious? Why does it taste like shit? Am I paying money to eat shit?"

"Pah! Pah! Pah! What kind of rubbish is this mala tang? I, Wang Duoyu, have never eaten such awful stuff before! Give me my money back! Give me my money back now!"

"They actually said that mala tang is one of the most delicious things in the world? What a liar! Give me my five coins back..."

The vendors, who had just been beaming with joy, still hadn't had time to let their smiles fade.

All the bright red skewers had been smashed back into the pot.

The blows left them bewildered, their mouths agape for a long time before they could utter a complete sentence: "This, this is the real deal in mala tang, so why doesn't it taste good?"

"Delicious? You call this delicious?" Upon hearing this, an old woman dressed in a coarse cotton robe stuffed three skewers of pig intestines into the vendor's mouth. "Chew them properly yourself. If you eat them all clean, I won't ask for your four copper coins back."

The vendor felt the extra pig intestine in his mouth and instinctively wanted to spit it out.

Yesterday, when he bought pig offal to wash, the overwhelming stench of vomit had kept him from eating for three meals.

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