âAlright.â Su Qingyue immediately placed a large piece of tree leaf on the scale, measured three jin, wrapped it up, bundled it with grass and handed it to him.
The middle-aged man paid, and then several others bought as well.
âItâs a bit expensive, but itâs a rare treat to tryâ¦â
âItâs really delicious, Iâll just buy half a jinâ¦â
Several more people talked, and then more than a dozen people bought in succession.
The number of onlookers increased, and at first, some knew that it was pig offal and thought it was expensive. But as more people bought, they didnât have time to ask further and only knew it was delicious meat that they had never seen before, so they tasted and bought it.
Xiao Qinghe wheeled his wheelchair away, silently moving to the side to avoid blocking the business.
âEveryone please donât push, line up, one at a timeâ¦â Su Qingyue smiled, quickly weighing and collecting money, not making a single mistake.
Qinghe watched her, thinking she was truly capable.
A woman stood at the side, holding a bag of pig offal she had just bought. She paid but didnât leave, asking, âLittle wife, do you sell the recipe for this pig offal?ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
She replied with a smile, âYes, we do.â
âHow much?â
âThirty taels of silver.â She said.
âSo expensiveâ¦â The woman shook her head upon hearing the price.
âBig sister, you can see,â she said, âmy pig offal sells so well. If you know the recipe, you can buy pig offal and fry it for sale yourself. Thatâs a money-making path.â
âIt makes sense.â A few of the people nearby who had bought offal listened and nodded.
âEven if it costs twenty cents per jin, ten taels of silver are enough to eat offal to satiation⦠I wouldnât spend thirty taels of silver to buy it.â Some people said this, and left after being weighed.
âItâs just business, and itâs all voluntary.â Qingyue responded.
âThatâs right.â
Two people, seeing that the offal was selling so well and thinking there was a profit to be made, thought of doing the same. But they ultimately decided that the thirty-tael recipe was too expensive, and reluctantly left.
In a short while, perhaps because of its rarity, Su Qingyue had sold fifty jin in total.
Because of the high price, many people only looked and didnât buy.
A shoulder pole of pigâs large intestine weighed just less than eighty jin, but after water, garlic, and other seasonings were added, it weighed nearly ninety-five jin once cooked.
Now there were about forty-five jin left in the shoulder pole.
The old granny who had spoken to Xiao Qinghe earlier still stood nearby. Seeing Su Qingyue coming over, she praised him again, âYoung man, your wife is really talented.â
Xiao Qinghe nodded with a smile.
The old granny, full of curiosity, touched his wheelchair and asked, âYoung man, who bought you this wheelchair?â
Qinghe replied warmly and politely, âMy wife bought it.â
Su Qingyue raised her eyebrows, âGranny, if Iâm not mistaken, this is the third time youâve asked that question, isnât it?â She didnât mind at all that the old woman didnât buy her fried pigâs large intestine.
The old grannyâs wrinkled face was unhappy, âIâm not old and muddled, how could I have asked three times!â
Xiao Qinghe laughed, âQingyue, she has asked me how much the wheelchair costs and who bought it for me â thirty times now.â
âWhat?â She frowned, âThirty times!â
A shoe vendor next to them said, âYoung lady, this old granny lives nearby. She has become forgetful and often forgets what she has just said. Your husband is a kind-hearted man. The granny keeps asking him the same question, and he always answers patiently without showing any annoyance.â