The men who chose Wang Cuiju were Lin Dahe and Lin Fugui.

Both of them are very clever. They are both good at handling things and have sharp tongues. When it comes to buying pork, they can use their silver tongues to bargain down the price by a few coins.

The two spent 500 coins to buy ten buckets of pig offal.

It was a size bigger than the bucket she had yesterday, and it was completely full.

To everyone's surprise, Chen Mazi and his team finished processing all that pig pancreas in just one morning.

The group worked up a sweat, but no one complained. Chen Mazi, looking at the twenty coins he had received, wished he could help Lin Jinyue all day long.

Lin Jinyue quickly sent someone to fetch some more pig pancreas.

That's right, the pig pancreas has been taken out, and we don't know what to do with the other pig offal for the time being.

Lin Fugui's head was throbbing with pain as he looked at the money. It wasn't him who was spending the money, but he was used to being frugal, and the thought of wasting these things made him feel even more heartbroken than Lin Jinyue.

He sighed, "Those butcher shops are such a hassle. They buy everything you ask for."

Lin Jinyue thought to herself, "This absolutely cannot be wasted."

She stared blankly at the buckets of pig offal.

Making braised food is definitely not an option; she doesn't have enough seasonings, and she doesn't have a restaurant nearby. Selling vegetables might not be a good idea.

But the next moment, Lin Jinyue didn't care anymore.

Whether it's a snack shop or a teahouse, ancient times didn't have such strict systems as in the previous life.

She wanted to sell dishes like braised pork intestines in chili oil and stir-fried pork liver in snack shops and teahouses...

There shouldn't be any major problems, right?