The boss hurried to apologize.

He took the handkerchief he had tucked into his waist and was going to polish Zhou Sese's shoes. Unexpectedly, there was more lard on the handkerchief, and the shoes were directly stained.

Zhou Sese: "..."

She looked at the boss helplessly. The boss was at a loss like a child who had done something wrong, and kept saying sorry.

Zhou Sese shook her head and glanced at the offal thrown on the ground by the boss, "It's okay, boss, you don't want the pig offal anymore?"

The boss groaned, then reacted after a few seconds and replied, "No one wants it. Even at 20 cents a pound without a meat ticket, no one wants it."

Pork is 70 cents a pound.

Zhou Sese's eyes lit up, and she couldn't wait to pay and said, "Please sell it to me."

The butcher quickly said, "Just take it. I'll throw it away if I can't sell it."

He was just afraid that this beautiful girl would ask him to compensate for the shoes.

The result is that this pig has to go into the water.

Give, give, give.

The butcher tied the pig's offal with a small hemp rope and handed it to Zhou Sese, "This thing is not as delicious as pork."

Zhou Sese smiled but said nothing.

If pig offal is not cooked well, it is a disaster; if it is cooked well, it is a feast!

Return to the compound.

Zhou Sese couldn't wait to wash her large intestine. It had to be said that this job was really not for a human being.

She held her breath and worked as diligently as ever.

After all, it is better to make this thing carelessly than to wash it carelessly.

Outside the door.

Xingxing held Diandian's hand, carried a small bag on her shoulder, and walked slowly towards home.

The smell of pig offal wafted out.

Three-year-old Diandian was skinny and small, looking no more than two years old. His little arms and legs seemed like they would break after taking two steps. When he smelled the stinky odor, he couldn't help but burp a little.

Reach out your little hand and pinch your nose.

The brother and sister walked to the door.

I happened to see Zhou Sese putting the pig offal into the pot.

The little face of Diandian was sallow and its two big eyes took up half of the whole face, but they were bright and lively, and its black eyeballs rolled around.

She whispered to Xingxing, "Brother, it seems Dad's family has become even poorer. They can't even eat rice and have to eat rice instead."