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 person who could only listen to books and play vibrato.
As long as he opened and liked the cars on Douyin, they were all kinds of cars. With this kind of beautiful longing in his arms, he was no longer tired of washing pig intestines.
"I'll come, I'll come!"
It was late at night, and he was squatting outside the yard in his coat, cutting his colon. The hot water and the stench mixed together to create a mist, which could not cover his smile.
Ulan really couldn't see it.
"Stop just giggling and bring the noodles quickly."
It’s cold at night in winter!
As for the pig intestines, the people who came to help during the day had already squeezed out all the dirt inside and cleaned some of them. But five pigs were really too many, and the rest were not cleaned up so thoroughly.
Now it is stored in several large basins, and it still smells strong.
Qin Yun was far away and did not have such a keen sense of smell. At this moment, he stepped on the corridor and looked out, full of longing: "Will you be frying sausages tomorrow?"
What's more, I was just dreaming about tomorrow's meal. When I heard this, I was all alert. After seven words, I rushed down and said earnestly:
Lu Chuan subconsciously took a step back and said patiently and painfully: "I don't want to eat."
"Yes." Lu Chuan stretched out his hand directly, and Zhong Yi picked up the basin and put it into the pool.
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 it?"
Lu Chuan nodded: "Yeah."
I put my hand to cover my nose, and the dim light outside the yard shone on my face, making it look even more moving.
But after thinking about Lu Chuan's body now soaked in spiritual energy, you showed pity again: "Forget it, it may not have any impact on him. He just eats what he wants. There's nothing bad to eat."
"Yes, yes!" Lu Jing was only modest about that matter: "I know how to cook, and I am also diligent. I keep the house clean every day, and I cook eight meals a day."
"Bad, bad, bad! He's waiting for you - he has to eat the pig intestines tomorrow!"
Although you listen to books such as The Crematorium of the Overbearing President, it prevents you from thinking that the people around you who can write books all write "Frog"...
Qin·Slap in the Face Upgraded Golden Finger·Yun:...I did think about it late at night, but I just procrastinated and rushed to finish the manuscript.
If Yang Shu agreed, there was still a way out. Before my well-jointed hands picked up a piece of greasy pig intestine:
"We can't change the water anymore—come and help him carry the basin."
After a busy day, I saw with my own eyes how much work Lu Chuan had done, but now he was still wearing a fresh cashmere shirt, with a fluffy down jacket thrown over it, and the white sneakers on the soles of his feet seemed to be stained.
"Lu Chuan! He just obeys you! He thinks Boss Song is pretty good-looking! You still feel sorry for him! You don't care about him outside of your heart - he should also let his brothers go!"
But Lu Chuan looked on, with a deep smile and gentle eyebrows: "Well, it seems that the only people in your heart are brothers."
What's more:...
Lu Chuan:......
But the battle of spirits ended as soon as Song Tan met.
Qin Yun:......
"I'm afraid that he'll be tired, I'm afraid that he'll be burned, and I'm afraid that if he eats it, he'll be spoiled..."
"Chuan'er, if he tells the truth, does Boss Song take a liking to him?"
I spoke in a deep voice: "It doesn't matter if he dressed up badly today. Let's talk about Boss Song Yang Shu. Even if he is a lifesaver, he can be so careless about him, right?"
"Are you watching me wash pig intestines? You can also cook!"
What is the technical content of cleaning pig small intestine? It is purely a delicate job, not to mention those who have not washed it twice with salt during the day.
"It's wrong to cook by yourself, but if you don't clean and do housework, it's all housekeeping."
"It's too late. It will be slower if you come and clean it up together."
Song Tan had very low illusions about intellectuals.
That would be too snail-like!
It's a stainless steel basin with small intestines and half a basin of water, so it's really heavy.
You said that and hurriedly took the things inside again.
Song Tan paused: "Do you smell the stink? Don't worry, we will wash it very clean."
Lu Chuan's face changed color. In the late-night photo, he saw the hideous scars on both sides of my head and face and my reddish ears. He could only hear my helpless voice:
"It's very complicated." You tried to point out, "Just go backwards and rub until the layer of mucus on the surface is removed."
Song Tan thought guiltily: Maybe it's because he works really neatly and seems very slow and cheerful.
"Take back the salt, vinegar, and flour—Tantan, he will pour it."
The seven people coaxed the small rusty steel basin into the sand in front of several stinky smells, and in the end they could only retreat silently.
When Song Tan on the side had not finished turning over the small intestine, revealing the uneven and flat surface with an oil layer, Wulan also reminded:
Yang Shu was squatting aside and responsible for filling the basin for Xiaojia. After all, the basin was really small and heavy. Seeing that Lu Chuan hadn't done anything yet, he poured out the bottle of white vinegar, salt and flour next to him.
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Qin Yun was trembling with anger. At this moment, he and He Gu were supporting each other and struggling to regain their respect:
"By the way, brothers, have you written all the updates tonight? With bad traffic, you always only write 4,000 words, right?"
Song Tan, on the other hand, took a look and couldn't help but praise Lu Jing again: "He thinks our young master Dachuan is slow and slow! He's not very energetic either!"
"How do I wash it?"
"Really?" Yang Shu was also quite surprised - and the other question was, with the sensitivity of Princess and the Pea, can I still do housework?
Bad, bad, bad! The seven people stared at me fiercely, and they became more and more angry when they saw the unprepared smile on my face, so they simply rolled up their sleeves:
As soon as the others left, Qin Yun suddenly turned his head and looked at Lu Chuan up and down.
Although it was really smelly, I was also really patient in my work. Since my hands hadn't been released at that time, I didn't seem to be very skilled when I continued to rub them.
Anyone who has seen the scene of cleaning pig intestines will probably not want to eat this kind of thing.
The rushing water rushed out of the basin with a deep chill. As I kept turning and rubbing, the white liquid melted from the flour was quickly washed away.
When we went downstairs, Lu Chuan took out the mask from his pocket, tore it open and put it on, then moved the bench and walked into the courtyard with a frown:
"Hey, what do these little guys do to wash? Let's go back to the room to warm up by the fire on such a hot day, and then go to bed early... You heard Lu Chuan's mother said that they all write books, right? This is a waste of your brain.
You have to think about it in the dead of night..."
"He's right."
After all, who would let their guests do the work? That is the way of hospitality outside our village!
He·routine repeated and crazy watering·Kang:...the same as below.
As for why Lu Jing can't...
Compare that to us who are still wearing jackets...
"He's infiltrated the inside. Why did you have the nerve to come here to eat and drink?"
The moving brother smiled slightly and said softly: "It's not possible - as long as they can clean those seven pots of pig intestines."