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.
Everything he liked on Douyin was a variety of cars. With this kind of beautiful vision in his arms, he was no longer tired of washing pig intestines.
"I'll do it, I'll do it!"
In the middle of the night, he was squatting outside the yard in a coat, cutting his large intestine. The hot water and the stench mixed together to create a mist, which covered everything. Can't help his smile.
Ulan really has no idea.
"Don't just smile like crazy, hurry up and get the noodles."
It's cold at night in winter!
As for the people who came to help during the day, they had already squeezed out all the dirt inside and cleaned some of it. 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 there be fried sausages tomorrow?"
Song Tan was going outside with white vinegar and salt. When he heard this, he subconsciously said: "I should be able to do 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 won't eat it."
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 don't eat it. There are other delicious ones."
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 refreshing cashmere shirt, a fluffy down jacket, and white sneakers under his feet. It doesn't seem to be stained.
Compared with them 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, right?"
"I'm not afraid that you will be tired. I’m just worried that you’ll be hot, and I’m also worried that you won’t be able to eat well...”
“Chuan’er, tell the truth, is Boss Song attracted to you?”
Not to mention that he is dreaming about tomorrow? Food, when he heard this, his whole body became alert. Without saying a word, he rushed forward and said earnestly:
"Lu Chuan! Just follow her! Look how good-looking Boss Song is! She still feels sorry for you. ! She has you in her heart - let your brothers go in your heart too!"
"If you don't break into the interior, 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 lights in the yard hit his face. Up, it becomes more and more moving.
The touching brother smiled slightly and said softly: "It's not impossible - as long as you can clean these four pots of pig intestines."
Qin Yun:...< br>
What's more:...
Okay, okay! The two stared at him fiercely, and the confident smile on his face became more and more angry, so they simply rolled up their sleeves:
"Isn't it just washing pig intestines? I can also cook!"< br>
But this battle of spirits collapsed as soon as he saw Ulan.
After all, no one would let their 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 do to wash? Go back to your room to warm yourself up by the fire in such a cold day, or go to bed early... I heard from Lu Chuan's mother that you are all writing books, right? Then But it takes a lot of brainpower, and you have to figure it out in the dead of night..."
Ulan has extremely high illusions about cultural people.
Although she listened to books such as The Crematorium of the Overbearing President, it did not stop her from feeling that the people around her could write books, and all they wrote were "Frog"...
Qin·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 crazily filled with water·Kang:... Same as above.
The two of them were overwhelmed by several stinking stainless steel basins, and in the end they could only retreat in silence.
But Lu Chuan saw this with a deep smile and gentle brows: "Well, it seems that not only do I have no one in my heart, I don't even have any brothers."
"By the way, brothers tonight Have you written all the updates? With so much traffic, you can’t just write 4,000 words, right?”
Qin Yun was trembling with anger. At this moment, he and He Gu were supporting each other and struggling to respect each other:
"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 the mask from his pocket, tore it open and put it on. Then he moved the bench and walked out of the hospital with a frown:
"It's too late, I'll clean it up together." "
Before Ulan even said his words of rejection, his bony hands had already picked up a piece of greasy pig intestine:
"How to wash it?"
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 the salt, vinegar, and flour in - Tantan, you do it."
Song Tan is squatting aside and responsible for pouring water into the basin for everyone. After all, This 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 it into it.
“It’s very simple.” She tried to give advice: “Just pour it in and rub it in until the layer of mucus on the surface is removed.”
Lu Chuan nodded: "Yeah."
Although it really stinks, he is also really patient when working. Now that his hands have been put in, the next rubbing will not look unfamiliar. .
When Wulan on the side started to turn over the large intestine, revealing the uneven surface with oil layer, Song Tan also reminded:
"You can change the water - I'll do it Let me 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 reached out 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 from the melted flour slowly washed away.
Ulan took a look at it and couldn't help but praise Lu Jing again: "Look at how diligent our Xiaochuan is! We are also very energetic!"
"Yes, yes!" The only thing Lu Jing was not modest about was this: "He knows how to cook, and he is also diligent. He keeps the house clean every day and cooks three meals a day."
"Really. Fake?" Song Tan was also quite surprised - if nothing else, with Princess Pea's sensitivity, how could he still do housework?
This is too snail-like!
Lu Chuan's expression did not change. 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 by yourself, but Housekeeping comes to you for cleaning and housework.”
(End of this chapter)