"Aunt Liu, what did that brat bring you? It smells so good!" Xu asked, sniffing the air.
Completely forgetting her earlier tantrum, Aunt Liu didn't really want to talk to Xu Shi, so she just gave a casual reply and went inside.
"What's with the arrogance? It's just some pig offal, what's the big deal? Acting like you've never eaten it before," Xu said sourly, watching Aunt Liu's retreating figure as she turned and went inside.
"But, Aunt, Er Ya is your daughter. Shouldn't she offer the best food to Grandma first? Uncle, do you still have her?" Lin Shuyan asked Xu Shi with feigned ignorance and an innocent look.
“When I was at home, my parents taught me from a young age to be filial to my elders, but instead of being filial to you, my sister Er Ya has become close to Aunt Liu.”
"I knew that brat was an ungrateful wretch!"
As expected, Lin Shuyan's words reignited Xu's anger, which had just subsided, and increased her resentment towards Jiang Hua.
Jiang Hua's side arrived in town in an hour. After Jiang Xingzhou paid the stall fee, they pushed their cart to an empty spot in the market to set up their stall.
The market was gradually becoming lively. Most families would send their servants out to buy vegetables at this time, and the vegetable vendors next to them were also enthusiastically hawking their wares.
Jiang Hua took out a new cutting board and cleaver, opened the water vat, took out some pig offal from the vat, cut off various parts, arranged them in a bowl, poured the braising sauce over them, and then started calling out.
"Braised food, delicious braised pork offal, free samples available, come back to buy if you like it!"
Jiang Jingyi and Jiang Xingzhou, one big and one small, were both surprised by Jiang Hua's sudden shout.
Most passersby stopped and looked over when they heard the words "no money required," while some looked disgusted when they heard it was pig offal.
"Young lady, is it really a free tasting without paying?" A middle-aged man asked again, uncertainly. The aroma of the braised pork offal was so tempting that the people in front were already eager to try it.
"No matter how well I explain it, it's better for everyone to try it themselves." Jiang Hua picked up the tray, next to which were bamboo tubes and barbecue skewers that she had taken out of her spatial storage beforehand.
The man picked up a skewer, poked a piece, and put it in his mouth. His eyes lit up immediately, and when the others saw this, they rushed to try it too.
"Young lady, how much are your braised pig offal?" asked the first man who had sampled it.
"I'll take care of the tasting for you," Jiang Xingzhou said, taking the tray from Jiang Hua's hands.
"Intestines are eight coins a pound, and heart, liver, and lungs are five coins a pound," Jiang Hua said loudly.
Those present were all speechless. Was this robbery? A serving of pig offal only cost ten coins. No matter how delicious it was, it shouldn't be sold for such a high price. With that money, they could have bought half a pound of meat.
Jiang Hua also heard these words from the crowd: "Pork offal is cheap, but the labor and spices all cost money. I believe everyone can taste the difference."
"My braised pork offal doesn't have any strange smell."
"Girl, give me a pound or two of intestines, and you can mix and match the rest for me, I want a pound."
Jiang Hua's first customer was the same one who had just tried the food, and she said to her, "Pour me extra soup; I want to have it as a snack with my drinks when I get home."
Jiang Hua deftly picked up some pig intestines, heart, liver, and lungs from the pot, weighed and cut them for him, wrapped them in oil paper, and handed them to him.
I bought the oil paper at the grocery store yesterday; there are no disposable packaging boxes like these in this day and age.
After the first customer, the second and third came one after another. Some were deterred by the price but, with the intention of getting a good deal, shamelessly continued to eat after trying it once.
However, after Jiang Xingzhou took over from Jiang Hua, he put on a cold face, and those who had taken advantage of him could only leave dejectedly.
Two sets of pig intestines sold out within an hour, leaving only a little brine in the small water vat.
"Let's pack up and find a place to have lunch," Jiang Hua suggested.
It's almost noon now, and there aren't as many people coming and going in the market anymore.
At Jiang Jingyi's request, they went to take care of the old lady's wonton noodles again today. After eating the wonton noodles, Jiang Hua went to the pork stall from yesterday to buy offal.
"Brother, how many pig offal dishes are there today?" Jiang Hua asked as she stepped forward.
"Young lady, it's the same every day, just two sets," said the pork vendor.
"Then I'll trouble you to pack these up for me, brother, and also these bones." Jiang Hua thought for a moment and then said, "Brother, could you please keep an eye out for me? I'd like two more sets of pig offal tomorrow, do you have any?"
The stall owner was taken aback, then said, "Miss, I can keep an eye out for you tomorrow. If you find it, great; if not, you don't."
"Okay, thank you, brother." Jiang Hua counted out thirty coins from her money bag and gave them to the pork stall owner.
Jiang Xingzhou also took the tied-up pig offal and pig bones from the stall owner.
Just as they were about to walk back, they passed a chicken stall with a pile of unattended chicken feet in front of it.
"Do you want to buy them?" Jiang Xingzhou asked, noticing Jiang Hua's gaze lingering on the pile of chicken feet on the ground.
"Hmm." Jiang Hua nodded, then asked the stall owner who was butchering a chicken, "Brother, how much are your chicken feet?"
"These are all worthless trinkets. Do you want to buy them?" The stall owner paused in plucking the chicken's feathers, looked up at Jiang Hua, and also saw the pig offal and pig bones in Jiang Xingzhou's hands behind her.
"If you want it, just give me twenty coins for this pile."
"Okay, thanks." Jiang Hua looked at the pile of chicken feet on the ground, estimating that they weighed about 20 pounds and were all plump.
"Brother, can you sell me this basket too?" Jiang Hua said, having forgotten to bring her backpack with her when she went out today.
"This basket is old, I'll give you three coins," the stall owner said, taking the silver from Jiang Hua's hand.
"Let's go, I'm done buying." Jiang Hua put the basket in her hand onto the cart, then moved the chicken feet aside to make room, separated them with pork bones, and then put in the offal.
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After returning home, Jiang Hua began to calculate how much silver she had earned from selling pig offal that day. After deducting costs and the money she had just spent on other things, she only had one tael of silver left.
"How is it?" Jiang Xingzhou asked as he watched her count the silver.
"The net profit is only one tael of silver," Jiang Hua replied. "It's not even as much as you make from hunting."
“It’s alright. Your one or two taels of silver is enough for other people’s monthly expenses,” Jiang Xingzhou said.
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