Meng Qingluan had a flash of inspiration.
Pig intestines have always been one of the cheapest foods in any era, and virtually no family would eat them.
After all, pig intestines can taste bitter if not stewed properly, but they are an essential ingredient for making grilled sausages. Even if you can't sell them all, making good grilled sausages yourself is still quite satisfying...
Without hesitation, Meng Qingluan poured some water for the pig and ran out of the house.
The novel is set in a relatively prosperous era with an open social atmosphere, where men and women can show their faces in public, and you can even see women running shops and doing business on the streets.
Because of the prosperity, as soon as autumn ended, before the twelfth lunar month, some people in the village were already slaughtering pigs and selling pork.
Relying on the original owner's memories, Meng Qingluan walked all the way to the center of the village.
The pigs were sold in the center of the village. It was a fixed location. The butcher, surnamed Zhou, had been slaughtering and removing the hair from the pigs there for a long time, and a crowd had already gathered around.
Since it was still late autumn, the villagers weren't in a hurry, only cutting off a pound or two to take home and stew as a treat.
Someone caught sight of Meng Qingluan approaching out of the corner of their eye and quickly nudged the person next to them with their elbow. In no time, everyone made way for her as if she were a snake.
Meng Qingluan didn't mind, since she didn't have to queue up and squeeze in anyway.
Butcher Zhou was a middle-aged man around forty years old. He held a large knife in his hand and skillfully dismembered the pig into various parts, placing them on the chopping board with a thud.
Zhou the butcher didn't even look up. "What would you like to order?"
Holding the little over one tael of silver that she had just swindled from the village chief, Meng Qingluan looked around and pointed to the pig intestines placed in the far corner.
"Give me a serving of pig intestines."
Butcher Zhou paused, his hand holding the knife still, and looked up at her with a strange expression.
He asked uncertainly, "Do you want a serving of pig intestines?"
Everyone was puzzled as to why Meng Qingluan was buying pig intestines.
That thing is where pigs poop, and it's impossible to wash it clean. Are we going to end up eating a mouthful of it...?
Meng Qingluan awkwardly touched the tip of her nose, nodded uncertainly, and said, "Um... I'd like a small pig intestine, is that... okay?"
Butcher Zhou simply wrapped the two sets of pig small intestines and large intestines placed to the side in oiled paper and handed them to Meng Qingluan.
Meng Qingluan asked, "How much is it in total?"
Butcher Zhou shook his head. "This stuff isn't worth much. I have nowhere to dispose of it. You can take it for free."
Meng Qingluan then pointed to the pork placed to the side, "Please give me more fatty meat and less lean meat, thirty coins will be enough."
"OK."
Butcher Zhou deftly chopped off a piece of meat, weighed it on a small iron scale, and handed it to Meng Qingluan.
Meng Qingluan paid the money and took two sets of pig offal and a little over a pound of pork home.
Meng Qingluan went straight to the kitchen, filled a bucket with water, put the large intestine, small intestine, and pig stomach into the basin, wiped her hands clean, poured a little flour into the water from a bowl, rolled up her sleeves and started washing.
Even with the addition of flour, the water still had to be changed two or three times, and the kitchen even developed a foul odor.
When Shen Yan returned home in the evening, he had just passed by the kitchen when his usually stern expression cracked from the stench.
Shen Yan frowned, raised his hand and couldn't help but wave it in front of his nose, trying to blow away the sticky, foul smell.
How can it smell so bad?
Did Meng Qingluan go into the kitchen?
As Shen Yan walked to the kitchen door, he saw Meng Qingluan sitting by the stove, scrubbing a pig intestine repeatedly.
Seeing him looking at her, Meng Qingluan even raised her hand, revealing a very simple and... idiotic smile.
Shen Yan struggled to maintain his composure, "My lady, what are you doing..."
Self-abuse?
Meng Qingluan picked up some pig intestines, "Wash the intestines."
Before Shen Yan could even ask her why she was washing intestines, Meng Qingluan scurried over a small stool, placed it aside, patted the stool, and said with a grin.
"Come on, let's take a shower together, it'll be fun."
Chen Yan: "..."
Chen Yan took a deep breath, clenched his hands tightly, and asked again in disbelief, "What?"
Meng Qingluan thought he didn't know how, so she turned the large intestine inside out and reached in to clean it, demonstrating once again.
"It's very simple, just like that."
Shen Yan was almost laughing in anger. He even suspected that Meng Qingluan was deliberately imitating those idiots to mock him.
But she looked serious, and after demonstrating once, she lowered her head and began to scrub carefully again.
Chen Yan's furrowed brows relaxed again. He wiped the stool with a handkerchief before sitting down and rolling up his sleeves.
Suppressing the nausea in my heart, I picked up the large intestine.
The feel of it…
It's cool and slippery, and disgusting.
Despite his initial disdain, Chen Yan was ultimately a hands-on person and quickly finished washing both sets of intestines, leaving them spotless.
Meng Qingluan had also finished washing the pig's small intestine and stomach, and after inspecting Chen Yan's washed large intestine, she couldn't help but praise it.
"It was washed well."
Chen Yan clapped his hands, gave a nonchalant "hmm," and raised the corners of his eyebrows.
Meng Qingluan picked up the washed offal and said, "Okay, you can go back inside and wait. I'll make it and you can eat it."
Shen Yan was pushed out to stand at the door, and stared thoughtfully at Meng Qingluan's busy figure inside for a long while through the crack in the door.
His eyes were deep and dark. He turned around and squinted at the half-moon that had just emerged.
He had no idea when Meng Qingluan had learned to cook.
Oh…
"Alright! Let's eat!"
Meng Qingluan placed a plate of offal soup on the table. The freshly cooked offal soup was steaming hot and contained some vermicelli, emitting an enticing aroma.
Chen Yan turned her head away. "I'm not hungry."
Meng Qingluan knew that people in ancient times generally could not accept offal such as pig intestines, since they were difficult to clean and were the part of the pig that released energy, so it was normal for them to be disgusted.
Not to mention that Shen Yan's character is that of a pure and innocent male lead.
Meng Qingluan picked up a piece of pig intestine and handed it to him, urging, "It's delicious, you should try it."
Chen Yan shook his head in resistance.
With a feint of putting down her chopsticks, Meng Qingluan took advantage of Shen Yan's momentary lapse in attention and shoved a chopstick into his mouth.
"Hmm—"
Shen Yan's pupils trembled, and he stood up abruptly, his eyes fixed on Meng Qingluan.
Meng Qingluan gripped her chopsticks, her heart tightening.
Shen Yan... he wouldn't kill himself with a knife after eating the Nine-Turned Intestines, would he?
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