Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1134 - 1110. Washing Pig Intestine

With the driving license in hand, Song Sancheng, who used to only listen to audiobooks and scroll through TikTok, has learned how to use a car information website in just a few months.

Every post he liked on TikTok was about different cars, and with this beautiful dream in mind, even cleaning pig intestines didn’t seem tiring to him.

"Let me, let me!"

Late at night, he squatted outside the courtyard in a padded jacket, cutting pig intestines. The steam from the hot water mixed with the stench created a thin mist that couldn’t cover his smile.

Wu Lan really couldn’t bear to watch.

"Stop grinning foolishly and bring the noodles over quickly."

It’s cold on winter nights!

As for those pig intestines, people who helped during the day had already squeezed out the dirt and given them a thorough clean. But five pigs were really too much, so the rest wasn’t cleaned as thoroughly.

Now they were placed in several large basins, still emitting a strong stench.

Qin Yun, not having a keen sense of smell from afar, was standing on tiptoe under the porch looking outside, full of anticipation: "Will we have stir-fried intestines tomorrow?"

Song Tan, holding white vinegar and salt, said instinctively upon hearing that, "We probably will. Maybe there will even be marinated intestines—do you like them?"

Lun Chuan subconsciously took a step back, enduring and said painfully, "I don’t eat that." freёnovelkiss.com

Anyone who’s seen the scene of cleaning pig intestines probably wouldn’t want to eat them.

Song Tan paused, "Did you smell the stench? Don’t worry, we’ll clean them very thoroughly."

But thinking of Lun Chuan’s body now infused with spiritual energy, she showed pity again, "Never mind, it might be a bit much for you, don’t eat it if you don’t want to, there’s plenty of other delicious food."

She said, hurrying outside with her things.

When she left, Qin Yun suddenly turned his head, sizing up Lun Chuan.

After a busy day, he had seen Lun Chuan do quite a bit of work, but now he was still in a crisp cashmere shirt, casually wearing a fluffy down jacket over it, his white sneakers seemingly unstained.

In contrast, they were still bundled up in outdoor gear...

"You’re acting strange."

He spoke solemnly, "It’s one thing to dress well today. But even Boss Song, Song Tan, even if she’s a lifesaver, can’t be taking care of you so meticulously, right?"

"It’s either she’s afraid you’ll get tired, or afraid you’ll burn yourself, or afraid you won’t eat well..."

"Chuan Er, be honest, does Boss Song have feelings for you?"

He Kuang, fantasizing about tomorrow’s meals, was startled by this and rushed forward, imploring earnestly:

"Lun Chuan! Just go for it with her! Look how pretty Boss Song is! She cares about you! She has you in her heart—have a place in your heart for us brothers!"

"If you don’t get close to her, how can we shamelessly come over for free meals in the future?"

Lun Chuan: ...

He put down the hand covering his nose, the dim courtyard light casting a charming glow on his face.

And this charming brother gave a slight smile, speaking gently, "It’s not out of the question—as long as you can clean these four basins of pig intestines thoroughly."

Qin Yun: ...

He Kuang: ...

Fine, fine! The two glared fiercely at him, getting more irritated by his confident smile, eventually rolling up their sleeves:

"It’s just washing pig intestines, right? I can even cook!"

But this contest of spirit faltered upon seeing Wu Lan.

After all, no one would let guests do such dirty work, right? This isn’t the hospitality style of their village!

As for why Lun Jing could...

Wu Lan guiltily thought: Maybe because they’re really efficient and seem happy doing it.

"Oh my, what do young guys like you know about washing? It’s so cold, go inside and warm up by the fire, or rest early... I heard from Lun Chuan’s mom that you guys write books, right? That must strain the brain, you’d need the quiet of night to think clearly..."

Wu Lan held a high regard for intellectuals.

Although she listened to audiobooks of domineering CEO plots, it didn’t stop her from believing those around her writing books were penning works like "Frog"...

Qin Yun, Master of Face-Slapping and Cheating: ... At midnight, it’s not pondering, just procrastinating at breakneck speed to meet deadlines.

He Kuang, Repeating Patterns Enthusiast: ... Same as above.

The two, facing a defeat before the stinking stainless steel basins, had no choice but to silently retreat.

And Lun Chuan, seeing this, smiled deeply, his gaze gentle: "Hmm, it seems I have no one in my heart, not even brothers."

"By the way, have the brothers done their updates for tonight? With such great traffic, you can’t have only written 4000 words, right?"

Qin Yun shivered with anger, and alongside He Kuang, they supported each other, struggling to save face:

"Fine, fine! Just you wait—tomorrow, you’ll eat these pig intestines whether you like it or not!"

After they went upstairs, Lun Chuan took out a mask from his pocket, tore it open and put it on, then moved a bench, frowning as he walked outside:

"It’s too late, let me help clean up so it’s faster."

Before Wu Lan could refuse, his distinct fingers had already picked up a slippery pig intestine:

"How do you wash this?"

Cleaning pig intestines isn’t much of a technical task, it’s purely meticulous work, especially since they’ve already been washed twice with salt during the day.

"Just pour in this salt, and the vinegar, and the flour—Tantan, you do the pouring."

Song Tan, who was squatting to carefully bring water for them, went ahead and poured white vinegar, salt, and flour into the basin, seeing Lun Chuan had already started.

"It’s very simple." She attempted to instruct: "Just pour it in and keep rubbing to get rid of that layer of slime."

Lun Chuan nodded: "Okay."

Though it really stinks, he worked patiently, and once his hands were in, the rubbing didn’t seem awkward.

By the time Wu Lan started to flip the intestines, revealing the layer of oily, uneven surfaces, Song Tan reminded:

"Time to change the water—let me help you with the basin."

The stainless steel basin with the intestines and half a basin of water was quite heavy.

"No need." Lun Chuan extended his arm, easily lifting the basin to the sink.

The rushing stream carried a deep chill into the basin, washing away the white floury liquid he was kneading.

Wu Lan glanced at him twice and couldn’t help but praise Lun Jing: "Look at how diligent Xiaochuan is! He’s so strong!"

"Yes, yes!" Lun Jing took no modesty in this: "He’s a great cook, very diligent, always keeps the house tidy, and cooks all three meals himself."

"Really?" Song Tan was quite surprised—not to mention, given Princess Pea’s sensitivity to such things, could he really do house chores?

Isn’t that a bit too snail-like!

Lun Chuan remained unphased, the night shadows concealing the scars on the sides of his face and his slightly reddened ears, his voice helpless:

"I do cook, but when it comes to cleaning and chores, it’s the household help that comes in."

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