Zhulan had tasted many types of sausages before: sweet, spicy, garlic-flavored, pure meat, fatty meat—the variety was indeed plentiful. Now that Sanniang was not only selling them on her own but also collaborating with the illegitimate son, Wang Ru said refusal to sell was beginning to take effect. In the future, with a surplus of sausages, it would be impossible to prevent.
Zhulan felt confident, "Think about it, sausage is made of meat. After you prepare the meat filling, just give it a try and make it to your own taste. Mother believes in your abilities."
Who knows, it might even taste better than Wang Ru's!
Lady Li clenched her fists in determination as she stood, "Mother, rest assured, I will make sausages that are even more delicious. I'm going to buy the meat."
After the sister-in-law left, Zhao shi frowned, "Mother, it seems Sanniang is not just targeting sister-in-law but using her as a catalyst to blatantly target our family. What is Sanniang trying to imply?"
