Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

Song Tingran put all the cooked large intestine into the pot, flipping the frying spoon constantly, and quickly added chopped green onion and minced garlic with the other hand, and stir-fry until fragrant.

This smell goes straight to the brain, which is completely different from the stinky intestine just now.

Then add some salt, soy sauce and other conventional seasonings, then add a little clear soup and simmer over low heat.

When the soup became thicker, Song Tingran pinched some sesame seeds and sprinkled them into the pot, saying, "It's done."

Seeing that the dishes were finished, Chang Yuqiao hurried forward and wiped the sweat from Song Tingran's forehead. The waiter helped divide the stir-fried sausage into two plates.

One was taken to the private room and the other was left in the kitchen. Shopkeeper Lin saw that the color was okay and said to his chefs: "Everyone, come and try it."

After all, it was discarded intestines. The chefs were a little hesitant at first. Song Tingran took the first bite and showed a satisfied smile. He performed well today.

Seeing her eating it, other chefs tried it one after another. They were all so delicious that they were speechless. The large intestine had no strange taste at all and was very chewy. It didn't feel greasy in the mouth and the more it tasted, the more delicious it became.

"It's amazing, this thing can actually be made into a dish!"

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. This thing is made of large intestine."

Shopkeeper Lin couldn't wait to go back to the private room to have a taste, and asked Song Tingran and Chang Yuqiao to leave.

In the private room, in addition to the stir-fried pork intestines, other dishes were also prepared, and milk tea was also specially prepared.

Shopkeeper Lin took a seat, Song Tingran took a seat, and Chang Yuqiao chose to stand aside as always.

Seeing this, shopkeeper Lin quickly said: "We are all acquaintances, let's sit down and eat together."

Song Tingran pulled Chang Yuqiao over and asked him to sit next to him. Chang Yuqiao still felt uncomfortable. How could he eat at the same table with other women? In addition, his wife was here to discuss business today, so he couldn't lose his temper.

"It doesn't matter if you sit down together. Sister Lin doesn't care about those false etiquettes."

Chang Yuqiao: "My wife, I'm not hungry, you can eat."

Chang Yuqiao stood up again, and Song Tingran pulled him back again and pressed him on the chair.

Shopkeeper Lin thought their relationship was really good, so she didn't care. She picked up her chopsticks and took a bite of the fried pork intestines. The special texture entered her taste buds. She said a bit gaffefully: "It's so delicious. I've thought of many different tastes." , but I never expected it to be like this.”

Song Tingran kept pressing Chang Yuqiao's thigh under the table to prevent him from standing up, but what she didn't know was that this was really too ambiguous. How dare he run away? He just begged her hand not to move. alright.

"As long as Sister Lin likes it, this large intestine is cheap and you will definitely make a lot of money."

Shopkeeper Lin has already begun to imagine that if the branch happens to open in a few days, he will use this dish as an opening discount!

Song Tingran kept picking up vegetables for Chang Yuqiao, and the bowl he was given was full. He only focused on the rice bowl in front of him, lowering his head to eat the rice.

Whenever he ran out of food, Song Tingren would quickly refill it for him. Chang Yuqiao was shy and happy.

After lunch, shopkeeper Lin became interested and said that he would take Song Tingran to the new store to check it out. Since they had nothing to do, the three of them went together.

When I passed the alley again, the beggar was still there. Perhaps he had some strength after eating the buns, so he clasped his hands on his chest and ran up staggeringly.

"Sister Lin, I still don't know your name?"

Shopkeeper Lin's expression was a little unnatural, then normal. Song Tingran felt that the two of them were already very familiar, but at this moment she regretted asking this question. If she wanted to tell her name, she would have told her already. She really shouldn't have asked, but still It's too late.

"Lin Qinghe."

Song Tingran smiled and responded: "Sister Lin, your name is really nice. It sounds like a well-educated and powerful girl from a wealthy family."

Lin Qinghe snickered, but his face darkened in the next second. He pulled Song Tingran away and said, "Be careful."

A beggar was kneeling on the ground, leaning on the ground with one hand and holding the other hand tightly to his chest.

"Benefactor..." His voice was weak.

"What did he say? I couldn't hear clearly." Song Tingran couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he felt that there was no malice.

There were many beggars in Ping'an Town. Lin Qinghe threw the three pennies at them without any surprise and said, "Let's go buy some food."

The beggar did not pick up the money, but kowtowed on the ground, and then was about to leave. A baby's cry appeared in his arms, and it was so weak that it was not as loud as a kitten's cry.

Song Tingran: "Do you have children?"

The beggar held his arms tighter, and Song Tingran quickly squatted down and persuaded: "If you hold the child like this, he won't be able to bear it."

The beggar raised his head slightly, and Song Tingran also recognized this person. It was the poor man he met when he went to buy a carriage that day, Xie Jinglin.

"Is it you? How did you end up like this? Isn't it seven months? The baby was born?"

Xie Jinglin couldn't answer a series of questions and choked with sobs. Lin Qinghe saw that they knew each other and said, "Sister Song, is this your friend?"

Of course they were not friends, and Song Tingran had only shown kindness. Xie Jinglin loosened the clothes on his chest, revealing an equally dirty little head with blood around his mouth, sucking his own thumb.

Chang Yuqiao covered his heart and turned pale. Lin Qinghe looked at it and said in surprise: "Oh, he is so small, he must be a newborn."

Xie Jinglin nodded, his eyes full of care for the child, but it seemed that he had no experience in taking care of children, and in this case, it was a miracle that the child was alive.

Song Tingran sighed, she was born prematurely, and both of them would die sooner or later if they were wandering on the streets like this.

"Where is your home? Let's take you home."

"No, no, you can't go back."

Xie Jinglin suddenly became excited and looked around vigilantly. More and more people were watching around him.

"Were you kicked out?"

Xie Jinglin nodded and said: "I have no home. I just want to kowtow to my benefactor when I see him. I will have no regrets in this life. I want to leave."

Xie Jinglin stood up tremblingly, and the onlookers automatically made way for him.

"It's really pitiful. I don't know what mistake I made. I was divorced and I'm still living on the street with my child."

"Who knows, I guess I gave birth to a little boy. If I gave birth to a girl, maybe the baby can be kept."

The onlookers left after chatting for a few words. Some kind-hearted people gave him food, and he thanked them one by one.

Chang Yuqiao looked at Xie Jinglin and said, "How pitiful." His eyes were red.

Song Tingran saw Chang Yuqiao's sad expression and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, Wife, I just thought of that time."