Then Ma Hua stared in astonishment at the remaining pork in the courtyard, realizing that he had slaughtered five pigs for these sausages.
Tsk tsk, the old saying is so true. People only make dumplings for a little vinegar. So, it's not so wrong for people to slaughter pigs and make sausages for a little sausage casing.
Ma Hua cleaned the pig's head and trotters and put them directly into a large pot to braise.
Ma Hua was too lazy to mix the seasonings himself, so he simply found ready-made ingredients from later generations in the kitchen.
This stuff is so convenient. It makes the braised food clean and hygienic, and it saves you time and effort.
The remaining parts were also divided up by the MCA, packed up, and stored in the small courtyard warehouse.
Anyway, the things in the warehouse won't spoil no matter how long they're stored, so let's just keep them for now.
While the MCA was busy at work, the courtyard was also bustling with people.
At this moment, the deaf old lady was overjoyed. Divorce was good, and then she could marry Sha Zhu. Her life would be worth it.
The Jia family was also quite lively at this time. Jia Zhangshi stared coldly at Qin Huairu without saying a word.
Qin Huairu felt a chill run down her spine from Jia Zhangshi's gaze: "Mom, what are you trying to do!"
"Hmph, you think I'm going to do anything? Qin Huairu, let me tell you, I don't care what you do outside, but if you affect the reputation of my Jia family, don't blame me for being impolite," Jia Zhangshi said with a gloomy face, word by word.
"Mom, what are you saying? How could I be that kind of person?" Qin Huairu replied with a mournful face.
"You'd better not be," Madam Jia snorted coldly, then fell silent.
Meanwhile, the Yan family was also bustling with activity, as Yang Ruihua was still reeling from the shock of Xu Damao and Lou Xiao'e's divorce.
"Old man, what do you think is going on between these two?"
Yan Bugui smiled and said, "Haven't you realized yet? There's clearly someone stirring up trouble here."
"Ah, why didn't you tell Xu Damao?" Yang Ruihua asked immediately. If the old man had explained it to Xu Damao, Xu Damao and Lou Xiao'e would have thanked us profusely.
Yan Bugui understood Yang Ruihua's meaning and shook his head: "Old woman, it's not as simple as you think. Even without anyone stirring things up, I'm afraid the two of them won't last long. Don't you think about what kind of world this is in?"
Lou Xiao'e comes from a capitalist family, and she hasn't given Xu Damao a single child all these years. With Xu Damao's personality, how could he possibly tolerate that?
Even if they don't divorce now, they'll break up sooner or later.
Yan Bugui recalled that when he was drinking with Xu Damao before, Xu Damao had been complaining to him about how incompetent Lou Xiao'e's father was.
I still haven't gotten myself any official position. It makes me laugh when I think about it. It seems that others have a long-term vision.
But this was none of his business; he wasn't from a capitalist family. He figured he'd better go check outside. With that thought, Yan Bugui greeted Yang Ruihua: "Remember to tell the children..."
No one is allowed to discuss Xu Damao and Lou Xiao'e's divorce. I'm going to stand by the door for a while; maybe I can snag some good stuff later.
"Okay, old man, remember to wear more clothes, it's cold outside." Yang Ruihua hurriedly handed Yan Bugui his coat.
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