Farmhouse pretty cook

Chapter 163 New Quilt (2)
So she also bought a few and prepared to take them home for Mu Lang and Cai Yun to eat.

Seeing that it was getting late, the two dared not delay any longer.

Mu Xiang dragged Da Mei, who carried cotton on her shoulders, and the two went to Zhang Tuhu together.

Counting the time, he should come to close the stall soon, and I don't know if he still has pork.If not, Mu Xiang had to make an appointment with him to send him to the village.

However, it is best to buy it here.

Otherwise, what Butcher Zhang sent must be half of the pork, without any divisions, including trotters, pork ribs, everything.

But she doesn't need any of these things, she just needs backseat meat or pork belly.

For sausages, a little fatter is okay.

When the two arrived at Butcher Zhang's booth, he was sitting by the booth smoking a pipe, his greasy face was full of worry.

Mu Xiang walked over, purposely keeping quiet, and when she got to him, she called him suddenly.

Zhang Butcher's real name is Zhang Erbao, I don't know what he was thinking, he was startled by Mu Xiang's yelling, and almost shook the shredded tobacco out of the pipe.

"Oh, Mu girl, it's you, come here as soon as you come, why are you so loud," Zhang Erbao knocked the pipe on the table.Apparently not too impressed with the arrival of the woody fragrance.

Mu Xiang saw that he was in a bad mood, and her slightly raised phoenix eyes swept across his booth.

It was supposed to be late, but Zhang Erbao's stall was full of pork. It seemed that his business was not very good!

"Why do you have so much pork left today? It was just killed this morning? Could it be left over from yesterday?" She asked with a reason.

It's fine if it's summer, they generally don't import too much pork, and in such hot weather, the meat will lose its taste before noon.

But it’s different in winter. If you buy more, the pork won’t go bad even if it’s left overnight.But in terms of price, overnight ones have to be cheaper, because they are not fresh.

Mu Xiang is going to make sausages, she doesn't want overnight meat, she wants the freshest pork.

Hearing her question, before Butcher Zhang could answer, Damei pointed at the pork and yelled.

"This is not meat from the previous night. Look at the color, how fresh it is. Boss, how much is it per catty? I'll buy some."

Seeing that she wanted to buy pork, Zhang Erbao got excited immediately, stood up quickly, and said with a smile: "You girl knows the goods, I have fresh pork, but today I feel dizzy, I bought too much pork, how do I know?" If I don’t want Fushoulou, I have to sell it myself.”

Mu Xiang was puzzled, and asked naturally, "Why doesn't Fushoulou want pork? It's said that they should stock up on pork in winter, so why not!"

"This... who knows about this," Zhang Erbao suddenly evaded his words, and his eyes were also dodging.

Seeing his appearance, it goes without saying that Mu Xiang also guessed that this guy was greedy for petty gains.

Last time, he was scolded by Guanshi Liu for stealing pig intestines. If he did it again, someone as rigid-tempered as Guanshi Liu might not forgive him.

But it's none of her business, she's too busy with her own work.

Damei picked two pieces of pork belly that were shiny with oil, and after weighing them, she negotiated the price with Butcher Zhang before she paid the bill.

Mu Xiang waited for the two of them to finish the transaction, then pointed to several pieces of pork weighing more than ten catties hanging on the iron hook, and asked, "Uncle Zhang, if I want all these pork, how much can you let?"

"Do you want all of these?" Zhang Erbao was dumbfounded, and his mouth opened wide, "Mu girl, is it because your family has something to do? Oh, it could be that you want to get married?" All he could think of were these two possibilities , so much pork is only needed for banquets.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I just bought pork. Who stipulated that you can only buy it if you are doing business at home?" Mu Xiang retorted him bluntly, her little face flushed with anger.

Zhang Erbao probably also felt that his question was abrupt, so he laughed dryly, "No, no, I'll just say it casually."

Damei couldn't help laughing beside her, she quietly pulled off the corner of Muxiang's clothes, and teased in a low voice: "Yo, I didn't expect that our Muxiang girl really has a good relationship, why don't you tell me honestly, is it the one who lives in your house?" Son?"

"Tell me about your size, you don't want to be serious, you just want to be crooked," Mu Xiang glared at her angrily, then turned her head and urged Butcher Zhang again, "Uncle Zhang, please hurry up, I have to go home in a hurry, how can you choose?" Some good ones, about thirty catties, I don’t want bones or offal, you can keep those things, and you can weigh them to me according to the price of pork belly.”

She pointed to several pieces of pork, some with ribs attached to them.

Zhang Erbao didn't talk too much, and took off all the pork hanging on it as she said.

The price of pork has dropped a bit recently, because in winter, more farmers sell pigs and kill them.If there are more, the price will naturally drop.

The original price was 45 cents a catty, but Butcher Zhang sold it to her for [-] cents per catty, which was regarded as helping him to deal with it.

And he also knew that Muxiang was out of his mind. He must have wanted to do something by buying so much pork this time. If it succeeds, the business will continue to increase in the future.

Seeing the pork he picked off, Mu Xiang remembered something again, "Uncle Zhang, you have to help me scrape off the pig skin, all the pig skin has to be scraped off, I'm not good at knife skills, it won't work if you don't help me."

"Success, it's not easy," Butcher Zhang raised the knife, only to see the light of the knife gleaming, and his hands fluttered, that movement was not usually skilled.

He only spent two knives for each piece of pork, and the pigskin and pork parted ways.

Zhang Erbao found a basket for the two of them, and put all the pork in it, "Can you carry it? How about I give you a ride?"

Mu Xiang shook her head, "We brought a cart, and it's right at the gate of the town. Take care of your stall. Selling the pork is the right thing to do."

Tens of catties of pork, plus such a big bag of cotton, is not light.

Fortunately, she and Damei are not delicate and weak girls. They walked and stopped all the way. Fortunately, they are really not far from the city gate. Lin Changshuan drove the cart because he had been waiting for them for a long time. I searched all the way, met on the way, and saved Mu Xiang and the others a while.

(End of this chapter)