Chapter 1072: Washing Pig Intestines

With his driver's license in hand, Song Sancheng, a middle-aged man who originally only knew how to listen to audiobooks and scroll through TikTok, had learned how to use Autohome in just a few months.

Everything he liked on TikTok was all kinds of cars; now, holding onto such a beautiful vision, he didn't even feel tired washing pig intestines.

"I'll do it, I'll do it!"

Late at night, he squatted in the courtyard wearing his padded jacket, cutting the intestines; the cold water and the stench mingled into a thin mist, which couldn't even cover his smile.

Wu Lan really couldn't bear to look.

"Stop just grinning, hurry up and bring the flour over."

It's freezing at night in winter!

As for those pig intestines, the people who came to help during the day had already squeezed out the dirty things inside and had also cleaned them thoroughly. But five pigs were really too many, and the rest hadn't been cleaned as thoroughly.

Now, the several large basins were still filled with a thick stench.

Qin Yun was far away and didn't have such a keen sense of smell; now he was standing on tiptoe on the porch, looking out with longing: "Will there be stir-fried pork intestines tomorrow?"

Song Tan was taking white vinegar and salt outside, and upon hearing this, she subconsciously said: "We should make some. Maybe there will also be braised pork intestines—do you guys like to eat them?"

Lu Chuan subconsciously took a step back, enduring and pained: "I don't eat them."

Anyone who had seen the scene of cleaning pig intestines would probably not want to eat such things.

Song Tan paused her steps: "Did you smell the stench? Don't worry, we will wash them very clean."

But after thinking about Lu Chuan's body now soaked in spiritual energy, she showed pity: "Forget it, it might be a bit of a shock to you; if you don't want to eat them, then don't, there are other delicious things."

She said, hurriedly taking things outside again.

Once she left, Qin Yun suddenly turned his head and looked Lu Chuan up and down.

After a day of busyness, he had seen Lu Chuan do quite a lot of work, but now the other party was still in a crisp wool shirt, casually wearing a fluffy down jacket, and the white sneakers on his feet didn't seem to have any stains.

Comparing this to them, who were still in their windbreakers...

"You're not right."

He spoke deeply: "It's fine that you dressed well today. Just take Boss Song, Song Tan. Even if you are a life-saving benefactor, she can't be so attentive to you, right?"

"Either she's afraid you'll get tired, or she's afraid you'll get burned, or she's afraid you won't eat well..."

"Chuan'er, tell the truth, does Boss Song have a crush on you?"

He Kuang was just fantasizing about tomorrow's food, and upon hearing this, he felt a shiver, and without a word, he rushed forward, eagerly:

"Lu Chuan! Just give in to her! Look at how good-looking Boss Song is! She even feels sorry for you! She has you in her heart—you should also keep your brothers in your heart!"

"If you don't infiltrate the inside, how will we have the nerve to come and sponge off meals in the future?"

Lu Chuan:...

He put down the hand covering his nose; the dim light in the courtyard hit his face, making him look even more moving.

And this moving brother smiled slightly, his tone gentle: "It's not that it's impossible—as long as you guys can clean these four basins of pig intestines."

Qin Yun:...

He Kuang:...

Fine, fine, fine! The two stared at him fiercely, seeing the confident smile on his face, they got even angrier, so they simply rolled up their sleeves:

"Isn't it just washing pig intestines? I can even cook!"

But this battle of wits ended halfway when they saw Wu Lan.

After all, no family would let guests do this dirty work; this wasn't the way of hospitality in their village!

As for why Lu Chuan could...

Wu Lan thought guiltily: Maybe it's because he really is very neat and seems very happy when working.

"Oh my, what can you young men wash? It's such a cold day, go back to the room and roast by the fire, or if not, rest early... I heard Lu Chuan's mother say you are all writers, right? That's brain-consuming, you have to ponder in the dead of night..."

Wu Lan had high expectations for intellectuals.

Although she herself listened to audiobooks about domineering CEOs, it didn't stop her from thinking that those around her who could write were writing things like *Frog*...

Qin "Face-slapping Upgrade Gold Finger" Yun:... He didn't ponder in the dead of night, it was just procrastination and a life-and-death race to finish the manuscript.

He "Routine Repetition Crazy Water-filling" Kuang:... Same as above.

The two faced the several smelly stainless steel basins and suffered a defeat, and in the end, they could only shrink back silently.

And Lu Chuan saw it all, his smile deep and his brows gentle: "Hmm, it seems I not only have people in my heart, but also brothers."

"By the way, have you brothers finished your updates for tonight? With such great traffic, you wouldn't only have written 4,000 words, right?"

Qin Yun was shaking with anger, and now he supported He Kuang as they struggled to save face:

"Fine, fine, fine! You just wait for me—tomorrow, you'll have to eat these pig intestines whether you want to or not!"

After they went upstairs, Lu Chuan took a mask out of his pocket, tore it open, and put it on; only then did he move a stool, frowning as he walked outside the courtyard:

"It's too late, I'll come and help clean, it will be faster."

Wu Lan's refusal hadn't even left her mouth when his distinct-jointed hands had already scooped up a slippery pig intestine:

"How do I wash it?"

Cleaning pig intestines actually didn't require much technical skill; it was purely a meticulous job, and besides, these had already been washed twice with salt during the day.

"Pour in this salt, and vinegar, and flour—Tantan, you pour it."

Song Tan was squatting to one side, responsible for bringing basins and pouring water for everyone; after all, this basin was really big and heavy. Now, seeing Lu Chuan already working, she directly poured in the bottle of white vinegar, salt, and flour from the side.

"It's very simple." She tried to guide him: "Just pour it in and keep rubbing, keep rubbing, until the layer of mucus on the surface is rubbed off."

Lu Chuan nodded: "Hmm."

Although it was really smelly, he was really patient when working; now that his hands were already in, the subsequent rubbing didn't seem unfamiliar.

By the time Wu Lan to the side had started turning the intestines inside out, revealing the uneven surface with the oil layer, Song Tan also reminded him:

"You can change the water—I'll help you carry the basin."

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

"No need." Lu Chuan reached out directly, easily lifting the basin and placing it in the sink.

The rushing water, carrying deep chill, poured into the basin, and as he kept turning and rubbing, it slowly washed away the white liquid from the flour.

Wu Lan looked twice and couldn't help but praise Lu Jing: "Look at how diligent our little Chuan is! And he's strong too!"

"Yeah, yeah!" Lu Jing was only immodest about this: "He really knows how to cook and is diligent; he keeps the house clean every day and cooks all three meals himself."

"Really?" Song Tan was also quite surprised—not to mention anything else, with the sensitivity of a Pea Princess, could he still do housework?

This was too much like a house-elf!

Lu Chuan kept a straight face; the dead of night couldn't reveal the hideous scars on both sides of his head and face or his slightly red ears, only his helpless voice could be heard:

"It's true that I cook for myself, but cleaning and housework are done by a housekeeping service." ===== CHAPTER 1073 =====