However, Su Jiaoniang was stronger and reacted faster than him.

He reached out and grabbed his arm, then pried open his mouth with one hand and put the large intestine inside.

The aroma lingers on the tip of the tongue for a fleeting moment.

Fu Chuntang felt that his reaction might be a little slow; how could fatty intestines possibly taste good!

Meeting Su Jiaoniang's smiling face, he looked down at the fatty intestines on the plate, called his page over from outside, and handed him the chopsticks.

The pageboy, unsure what was on the plate, took a deep breath, picked up a piece of meat, and put it in his mouth. In that instant, the pageboy's eyes shone brightly.

Fu Chuntang asked, "How does it taste?"

"I couldn't taste it, sir, please wait a moment."

After the page finished speaking, he lowered his head and began to eat the pieces of fatty intestine one by one again.

It's so delicious!

How can there be such delicious food in the world?

Fu Chuntang realized what the pageboy was saying and said, "Stop."

The pageboy put down his chopsticks, his cheeks stuffed full.

Fu Chuntang asked, "Did you enjoy your meal?"

"Delicious!" The page boy became obedient and dared not talk nonsense anymore.

Fu Chuntang picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of meat, covered his eyes as if burying his head in the sand, and put the meat in his mouth. Su Jiaoniang's lips twitched. She had never seen such a pretentious person as Fu Chuntang.

Seeing the change in Fu Chuntang's expression, Su Jiaoniang realized that she had secured the fifty taels of silver.

Then he handed over street-side fried chicken, spiced braised pork, colorful dumplings, and pig and dog-shaped milk-flavored steamed buns!

After leaving the kitchen, Su Jiaoniang placed the finished product in front of Fu Chuntang and waited quietly for the payment.

The four hundred taels of silver arrived in the account very quickly.

Holding the milky, animal-shaped steamed buns from the steamer, Su Jiaoniang said, "I'm taking these home for my children. The recipe is written down on a piece of paper. If you don't understand, go to the village and ask me."

After finishing her words, Su Jiaoniang left the restaurant and headed towards the village.

Fu Chuntang stared at the empty table, a vague smile on his face.

The night was deep. As Su Jiaoniang walked back to the village, she could still hear a woman's soft sobbing coming from inside the Lu family's house as she passed by.

Back in the courtyard, I saw the man standing there.

When Lu Wujiu saw Su Jiaoniang return, his expression relaxed slightly.

Su Jiaoniang took out the silver and handed it to Lu Wujiu: "Here you go, it's finally done."

"You haven't come back for a day, just for this." Staring at the silver note in his hand, Lu Wujiu suddenly felt a strange and uncomfortable feeling in his heart.