The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead-Chapter 442 - 441 Cutting Blood Sausage

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Chapter 442: Chapter 441 Cutting Blood Sausage

Nian Shutong butchered twenty pigs in one go, making sure not to waste any of the blood, which she collected in large basins and brought back to the small wooden house.

When she arrived at the small wooden house, she called out loudly, "Master Fan!"

"Yes! Coming!"

Master Fan quickly ran outside and pointed to a spot where a dozen long tables had been joined together.

"Boss, put them there!"

"Got it!"

Nian Shutong walked over to the tables where, one by one, the butchered pigs were placed on the tables.

"Master Fan, this is the pig’s blood."

"Okay, I’ll come over now."

Master Fan turned and went back to the kitchen to fetch some seasonings, preparing to make some blood sausage.

Blood sausage can be made flavorful or kept plain, and he planned to prepare a bit of both. freewёbnoνel.com

"Excellent, fresh."

Whenever Master Fan saw high-quality ingredients, his heart filled with joy, knowing he could prepare something delicious.

At that moment, Master Fan constantly stirred the pig’s blood with a stick to prevent it from coagulating.

Nian Shutong came over to help as well, and not only Nian Shutong, but many other skilled residents came over to lend a hand.

Some washed the casings, others stirred the pig’s blood, and some chopped the meat.

For a time, the small wooden house was bustling with activity.

Everyone seemed to think unanimously that things were different when the Boss returned.

Nian Shutong, wielding a knife, continuously divided the pork.

Fu Yunhe also came over, similarly holding a knife, standing next to Nian Shutong.

"Teach me."

"Just watch closely."

Although Nian Shutong didn’t offer explicit teaching, she slowed her actions and explained the grain of the meat and the names of different cuts.

Fu Yunhe didn’t skive off; he was earnestly learning so that after mastering the skill, he could help Nian Shutong share some of the work.

It wasn’t just Fu Yunhe; several others were also learning this skill of butchering pigs. They couldn’t always expect Nian Shutong to do it alone in the future.

So, she taught seriously, and everyone learned diligently.

"Youyou, come out and work. Record a video for my Gaia Video."

"Received, host."

Youyou began recording the scene in the small wooden house of cutting the meat and filling the blood sausage.

The short video, lasting less than two minutes, came to an end. After checking for any mistakes, it was uploaded.

The video was published.

People quickly encountered the Gaia Video host’s new update. Everyone enjoyed casually scrolling through and watching, and if they followed the host, they would easily come across new updates.

The entire video had a very amateur vibe, starting with a long table.

The table was covered with red and white streaked pork that looked appetizing without any need for color adjustment.

In the frame, hands appeared periodically above the pork—obviously belonging to several people—likely engaged in dividing the meat.

Following the pork along the length of the table, the camera moved forward to a large basin of maroon blood.

Someone must have been stirring continuously, as no face could be seen.

The camera shifted forward again, where someone was sprinkling something into the blood and then filling it into a transparent layer, much like plastic.

That is, the blood, mixed with added ingredients, was being funneled into these transparent casings, slowly bulging and elongating.

The video ended abruptly there.

The viewers were left with a head full of question marks. They hadn’t understood anything. That’s it? No more?

[Boss, dare you post a longer one!]

[Who is the Boss?]

[Hm? Don’t the ones upstairs know: This is Little River Live’s planet, we all guess that this is an account applied for by Boss.]

[Right, only the Boss would do this, always piquing our curiosity but saying nothing!]

"[And it’s obviously just a casual recording, with no editing, no background music, no sound, and you can’t even see the face.]

[Ah, I’m used to it by now, the mysterious Boss, the mysterious planet.]

[Why care so much? I want to know what that blood was for?]

[What’s that thin layer for?]

[I want to know, what’s with all that meat the Boss has?]

[I know, I know! Little River Live has sent out a notice, moving tonight’s live stream to four o’clock.]

[Four o’clock? That timing, it’s clearly meant to stir up trouble.]

[So true! Mr. Xiao He is definitely going to be drawing hate again.]

Most people in the comment section had already guessed Little River Live’s intention, but they still had to watch.

As much as it’s a bit drool-worthy to stir up hate, missing out would feel even worse.

Meanwhile, a lot of people had come to know about Little River Live changing its schedule today.

There was another piece of news; it seemed that the Boss was back.

Only when the Boss was around were there such grand scenes of stirring up hate.

Many netizens were eagerly looking forward to the afternoon’s hastening, and the small wooden house was also busily making preparations.

"Fu Yunhe! You’re so clumsy!"

"Oh no, it’s chopped up again!"

"Stop, stop, stop! Don’t cut anymore!"

Nian Shutong was beside herself with frustration, tinged with a bit of sympathy, and she couldn’t help but step forward to pull Fu Yunhe away from cutting the blood sausage.

At that moment, several fragmented pieces of blood sausage lay on the chopping board, not round, just scattered there in tiny bits.

Fu Yunhe also embarrassedly chuckled and obediently stood aside watching Nian Shutong take over the knife to cut the blood sausage.

Nian Shutong shot Fu Yunhe a confident glance.

"Watch carefully!"

She cut down with the knife, and it fell apart.

Nian Shutong, struck by her own Thunder Strike, had her eyes wide open, staring in disbelief at what had happened.

"Cough cough... I was just demonstrating what you were doing just now, which is not right."

Nian Shutong pondered whether she had used too much force just now?

Behind her, Fu Yunhe, looking at Nian Shutong’s stubbornness, agreed, saying, "You’re right, I did it poorly."

Turning her back to Fu Yunhe, Nian Shutong momentarily disregarded his words, because it was time for the second cut.

If it fell apart again, that wouldn’t be too good.

Hand raised, knife dropped.

And it fell apart again.

It had fallen apart again? But she had clearly used less force, and it didn’t seem like the sausage was chopped up; rather, it felt like the knife’s edge had touched the blood sausage and pulled it apart as Nian Shutong tugged.

"This knife is just too blunt!"

Fu Yunhe stepped forward, took the knife from Nian Shutong’s hand, and tossed it aside.

"Let’s stop cutting, the knife’s no good."

Nian Shutong gave Fu Yunhe a lingering look and finally declared, "You’re right!"

"The knife’s no good!"

"Ah, I wronged you, Xiao He."

Fu Yunhe’s facial muscles twitched, feeling like he couldn’t hold back anymore, what should he do?

"Right, right, right."

Fu Yunhe repeated the word, taking the opportunity to gently pull on Nian Shutong’s hand and lead her aside.

Master Fan, having watched the whole process from the side, in order to save the Boss’s face, grudgingly picked up a different knife, a big cleaver, to start cutting the blood sausage.

"For cutting this stuff, a big kitchen knife works so much better."

Master Fan made a cut and quickly found the knack, the big kitchen knife slicing faster and faster.

Not only was it fast, but each slice was even in thickness, without any damage.

Standing outside, Nian Shutong nudged Fu Yunhe’s elbow and commented, "It’s only because Master Fan doesn’t have a butcher’s knife, otherwise, that would be in use too."

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