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Chapter 43 Clothes Left Here

Just as the two were chatting, a van suddenly arrived outside the store. A middle-aged man with a bare chest, a cigarette in his mouth, a bald head and a sharp knife dripping with blood got out of the van.

As soon as he got off the car, he attracted the attention of countless diners and also caught the attention of Qin Chuyu and others.

Several employees in the store who were originally sitting and playing with their mobile phones put away their phones and looked ready for action.

The two young men in the store ignored the bloody knife in the bald uncle's hand, walked straight to the back of the van, opened the trunk of the van, and pulled out the large basket that contained various steaming meat, ribs, intestines, large intestines and other internal organs.

Then the meat and internal organs were moved to an iron table that was seven or eight meters long and one and a half meters wide.

There were also several electronic scales and a large pile of baskets on the iron table.

"The meat is back, the meat is back, the stall is open, the stall is open!"

Following a shout from an auntie in the store, diners in the store instantly swarmed in and gathered around the iron table, trying to get the meat and offal they wanted.

"Hey, hey, hey, I want a pound and a half of spare ribs, a pound of pork offal for porridge, and half a pound of pork offal for teppanyaki! And two rice rolls!"

"I want a pound of spare ribs for salt and pepper, a pound of pork offal for porridge, a pound of large intestines for iron plate, and three rice noodles!"

"I also want a pound of pork ribs to make salt and pepper, and a pound of pork offal and pig blood to make porridge!"

In an instant, the originally quiet store became lively.

The bald uncle who had just gone to the slaughterhouse to cut meat and pick out the internal organs was sitting at the door of the store, smoking a cigarette, watching people scramble to take the fresh pork and offal he brought back, his face full of smiles.

Because this means that business will be good again tonight.

And the Cantonese diners who know how to eat think it is worth it to wait until midnight to have a bite of fresh pork offal porridge.

This is also one of the most distinctive midnight snacks in Cantonese.

As early as when the auntie shouted, Ji Haoran was kicked over by Qin Chuyu. He had already occupied a seat early and successfully got three pounds of spare ribs, two pounds of pork offal, one pound for porridge and one pound of iron plate, and one and a half pounds of pig intestines for stir-fry, and two servings of rice rolls.

You don't have to wait long before a pot of fresh and hot pork offal porridge is served on the table, followed by steaming pepper and salt spare ribs, steamed spare ribs, grilled pork offal, and stir-fried dishes.

In an instant, the whole shop was filled with a mixture of aromas from iron plates, woks, and stir-fried food, making some diners who had not yet had their porridge or dishes salivate.

"Well, I haven't had supper here for a long time. The pork offal porridge still tastes the same as before. It's worthy of being an old shop passed down by three generations."

"Come on, Lao Hao, eat more pig hearts to improve your heart and avoid being cheated. Eat more pig livers to improve your blood."

Ji Haoran watched Qin Chuyu pick all the pig hearts and livers from his porridge and put them into his bowl, leaving his bowl filled with lean meat and rice noodles. He looked embarrassed and said, "If you don't want to go in, I can order lean meat porridge."

Qin Chuyu said as a matter of course: "I just don't eat heart, lungs and liver. I am still very proud of this porridge made from pig offal. It is dense and sweet. Besides, aren't rice intestines and large intestines offal?"

Ji Haoran: "...6, then you usually only put rice noodle soup and lean meat in pork offal porridge?"

"No, just put it in normal position. We have everything here."

"Who's going to eat the pig hearts and livers? Xiao Qi and Xiao Ming?"

"Yes, they don't have any psychological trauma about this. They liked to eat it when they were young. But they rarely eat pig lungs."

Ji Haoran was speechless: "You, who don't like eating pig hearts and livers, actually have two daughters who like to eat offal?"

Qin Chuyu took a mouthful of porridge and said, "They probably inherited it from their mother. That silly woman used to eat this too. She always asked me to bring some pork porridge back home when I had supper. She could finish half a pot by herself."

"By the way, I've always heard you calling Xiaoqi and their mother a silly woman or something like that, but I've never heard you say who Xiaoqi and their mother is. Is Xiaoqi and their mother really a fool?"

Qin Chuyu bit the end of her chopsticks and said, "I'm not really stupid. I'm usually pretty smart. But I became stupid after I got Xiaoqi and the others in my arms. Every day, I get sick. I always say I'm hers. If I don't listen to her, she'll beat me up."

"Sometimes she always forgets that she is pregnant and acts like a fool every day! She jumps up and down and wants to drink! She also forgets that I am at home and runs out naked to get something in the middle of taking a shower."

"Then she beat me up with her big belly. After a while, she called me a dead salted fish, and I called her a stupid woman or a dumb woman."

Ji Haoran nodded: "So that's how it is..."

Ji Haoran seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly asked, "You said that Xiaoqi and the others' mother often has seizures, and she often told you that you are hers?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

Ji Haoran's breathing became a little rapid. He swallowed and asked, "What's her name?"

"It seems to be called something..."

"Mu Qingcheng?"

"What a tacky name."

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"Ah Qiu!"

Mu Qingcheng sneezed for no reason, rubbed her nose with her hand, looked at the surveillance record in front of her, and said, "It seems that this person doesn't want you to know who saved you. Not only is he wearing a police uniform, he is also wearing a mask. The surrounding surveillance cameras can't catch him either."

Seeing that Mu Xueer ignored her and was just staring at a certain part of the surveillance video in a trance, Mu Qingcheng curiously moved closer to take a look and discovered that the part of the surveillance video that Mu Xueer was watching repeatedly was actually the one where the masked policeman held her and sat in the flower bed.

This period of time was not long. After the policeman sat down, he took out Mu Xueer's mobile phone and sent a message to Mu Qingcheng before leaving not long after.

After a while, Mu Qingcheng arrived, and this section of surveillance ended there.

Mu Qingcheng asked with some doubt: "What's wrong with this paragraph?"

Mu Xueer turned back the time, zoomed in the screen, pointed at the part where the policeman slapped her butt, and said, "I think the way he slapped my butt and the rhythm are a little familiar to me... No, it should be that I feel very familiar..."

Mu Qingcheng was completely speechless: "No, sister, you can still feel the method and rhythm of being spanked while sleeping? Aren't they all the same?

Mu Xueer shook her head: "It's different. Look, when he patted me, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, it was all rhythmic, just like... the tune of a song?"

The more Mu Qingcheng listened, the more outrageous it seemed to her: "Still in tune? Sister, have you been spanked too many times by your little brother? How is it possible to spank someone in tune?"

"No, from childhood to adulthood, besides my dad, only one person has spanked me..."

At this point, Mu Xueer's tone suddenly paused, and suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she looked at the person in the surveillance camera with a suspicious look: "Except this one..."

Just at this moment, a call came to Mu Qingcheng. Mu Qingcheng took out her phone and looked at it: "It's Uncle Gu. Didn't he tell him that everyone was found? Why is he calling me again?"

"Maybe he's asking for forgiveness? Try taking it and see." Mu Xueer said jokingly.

Mu Qingcheng answered the phone and pressed the hands-free button: "Hello, Uncle Gu, what's the matter?"

"Um, Mr. Mu, I'm so sorry to bother you so late."

"Yeah, it's okay. Tell me what's the matter."

"It's nothing serious, actually. Miss Mu's coat was left here. My people just found it. I know this coat is very important to Miss Mu, so I quickly took it over."

"Um, can you please ask someone from the Mu family to open the door? I'll deliver it to Miss Mu, otherwise I'll be worried if it gets lost!"