Jian Qingqing did not shout. She simply lifted the lid and sat down on a stool.
The fragrance of wine was not afraid of the depth of the alley. Moreover, her seat was so good that she did not need to worry about customers.
Soon, a woman walked over hesitantly.
"Miss, what are you selling? Why does it smell so good?"
"I'm selling stewed meat. There are pork chops, lean meat, and streaky meat. Aunt, do you want some?"
"Pig offal? Can pig offal be delicious?"
"It's delicious. Aunty, don't you think it's really fragrant?. Would you like to try it?"
As she was afraid that no one would accept pig offal, she cut the pig intestines into small pieces for the guests to try.
The woman took the pig intestines and put them into her mouth hesitantly.
Hmm? It was really delicious!
It was fragrant and chewy, and there was no strange taste.
The woman's eyes lit up. "Miss, how much for a catty of pig offal?"
