After getting his driver's license, Song Sancheng learned how to use a car in just a few months from a middle-aged and elderly man who could only listen to books and play vibrato.
Everything he opened and liked on Douyin were all kinds of cars. With this kind of beautiful longing in his arms at the moment, he was not tired of washing pig intestines.
“I’ll come, I’ll come!”
In the middle of the night, he was wearing a coat and squatting outside the yard to cut his intestines. The hot water and the stench mixed together to create a mist, which could not cover his smile.
Ulan really has no vision.
“Don’t just smile like crazy, get the noodles quickly.”
It’s cold at night in winter!
As for those pig intestines people who came to help during the day, they had already squeezed out all the dirt inside and cleaned some of them emphatically. But five pigs are really too many, and the rest are not as clear as cleaning up.
Nowadays, several large basins are filled with a strong stench.
Qin Yun is far away and does not have such a keen sense of smell. At this moment, he is stepping on the corridor and looking out, full of longing: "Will you be frying sausages tomorrow?"
Song Tan was going outside with white vinegar and salt. When he heard this, he subconsciously said: "I should be able to make it. There may also be braised pork sausage - do you like to eat it?"
Lu Chuan subconsciously took a step back and said patiently and painfully: "I don't want to eat."
Anyone who has seen the scene of cleaning pig intestines will probably not want to eat this kind of thing.
Song Tan paused: "Do you smell the stink? Don't worry, we will wash it very clean."
But after thinking about Lu Chuan's body now soaked in spiritual energy, she showed pity again: "Forget it, it may be a bit of a shock to you. If you don't want to eat it, just eat it. There are other delicious things."
She said and hurriedly took her things and went out again.
As soon as the others left, Qin Yun suddenly turned his head and looked Lu Chuan up and down.
After a busy day, he saw with his own eyes that Lu Chuan had done a lot of work, but now he was still wearing a crisp cashmere shirt, with a fluffy down jacket casually thrown on top, and the white sneakers under his feet seemed not to be stained.
Compare them with those who are still wearing jackets...
“There’s something wrong with you.”
He spoke in a deep voice: "It doesn't matter if you dress up well today. Let's talk about Boss Song, Song Tan. Even if you are your savior, I can't take care of you so carefully, can I?"
“I’m not afraid that you’ll be tired, or I’m afraid that you’ll be hot, or I’m afraid that you won’t be able to eat well...”
“Chuan’er, tell the truth, does Boss Song have a crush on you?”
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"Lu Chuan! Just follow her! Look how good-looking Boss Song is! She still loves you! She has you in her heart - you should also let your brothers go in your heart!"
“If you don’t get inside, how can we have the nerve to come and eat and drink in the future?”
Lu Chuan:…
He put down the hand covering his nose, and the dim light in the yard shone on his face, making it look even more moving.
The touching brother smiled slightly and said gently: "It's not impossible - as long as you can clean these four pots of pig intestines."
Qin Yun:…
What’s more:…
Very good! The two stared at him fiercely, seeing the confident smile on his face getting more and more angry, so they simply rolled up their sleeves:
“Isn’t it just washing pig intestines? I can also cook!”
After all, no one would let guests do this kind of work? This is not the way hospitality is in their village! As for why Lu Jing can...
Ulan thought guiltily: Maybe it’s because he works really neatly and seems happy.
"Hey, what do you guys know about washing? It's such a cold day. Go back to your room and warm yourself by the fire. If not, go to bed early...I heard from Lu Chuan's mother that you are all writing books, right? That's a waste of your brain, and you have to be quiet in the middle of the night. Only then can we figure it out…”
Ulan has extremely high illusions about cultural people.
Although she listened to books like "The Crematorium of the Overbearing President", it didn't stop her from feeling that the people around her could write books, and all they wrote were "Frog"...
Chin·Slap in the Face Upgrade Gold Finger·Yun: ...I didn’t think about it late at night, I just procrastinated and rushed to finish the manuscript as fast as possible.
He·Routines are repeated and crazy watering·Condition: ...same as above.
The two of them were overwhelmed by several smelly stainless steel basins, and in the end they could only retreat in silence.
Lu Chuan looked at this with a deep smile and gentle eyebrows: "Well, it seems that not only do I have no one in my heart, I also don't have any brothers."
“By the way, guys, have you written all the updates for tonight? There’s so much traffic, you can’t just write 4,000 words, right?”
Qin Yun was trembling with anger. At this moment, He Fu and He Fu supported each other and struggled to regain their respect:
“Okay, okay! Just wait for me—you have to eat the pig intestines tomorrow even if you don’t want to eat them!”
When they went upstairs, Lu Chuan took out a mask from his pocket, tore it open and put it on. Then he moved the bench and walked out of the courtyard with a frown:
“It’s too late, it will be faster if I come and clean it up together.”
Before Ulan could even say his words of rejection, his well-jointed hands had already picked up a piece of greasy pig intestine:
“How to wash?”
There is actually no technical content in cleaning pig intestines. It is purely a delicate job, not to mention that they have been washed twice with salt during the day.
“Pour in the salt, vinegar, and flour—Tandan, you pour it in.”
Song Tan was squatting aside and responsible for filling the basin for everyone. After all, the basin was really big and heavy. Seeing that Lu Chuan had already taken action, he directly poured a bottle of white vinegar, salt and flour next to him into it.
"It's very simple." She tried to point out: "Just pour it in and rub it in until the layer of mucus on the surface is removed."
Lu Chuan nodded: "Yes."
Although it really stinks, he is also really patient in his work. Now that his hands have been put in, the next step of rubbing does not look unfamiliar.
When Ulan on the side started to turn over the large intestine, revealing the uneven surface with oil layer, Song Tan also reminded:
“The water can be changed—I’ll help you carry the basin.”
The stainless steel basin contains a large intestine and half a basin of water, which is really heavy.
“No need.” Lu Chuan stretched out his hand and easily picked up the basin and put it into the pool.
The rushing water rushed into the basin with a deep chill. As he kept turning and rubbing, the white liquid melted from the flour slowly washed away.
Ulan, on the other hand, took a second look and couldn't help but praise Lu Jing again: "Look at how diligent our Xiaochuan is! We are also very energetic!"
"Yes, yes!" Lu Jing was not modest about this matter alone: "He can cook, and he is also diligent. He keeps the house clean every day and cooks three meals a day."
“Really or not?” Song Tan was also quite surprised—if nothing else, with the sensitivity of Princess Pea, how could he still do housework?
This is too snail-like!
Lu Chuan's expression remained unchanged. The ferocious scars on both sides of his head and face and the reddish ears could not be seen in the late night light. All he could hear was his helpless voice:
“It’s okay to cook for yourself, but cleaning and housework are all done by house help.”
(End of this chapter)