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Finally arriving in the town, Song Yan shook his head, trying to clear away the messy thoughts in his mind.

He first went to the street and bought a few pounds of pork shanks at the butcher's stall. The meat had been removed cleanly, leaving only a bone.

Therefore the price is very cheap, only two cents per stick.

Song Yan bought a few more bones and planned to store them in the refrigerator. If the refrigerator space was not limited, he would have wanted to store more.

Most of the things in his refrigerator are meat. There are not many pork bones, beef bones and the like because they take up too much space.

Later, Song Yan found out that this butcher Ma was Song Zhengdu's classmate and the biological father of Ma Kaicheng.

In addition to pork shanks, Song Yan also bought pork livers and other offal. Because he bought a lot, the butcher Ma gave him a pair of pork kidneys as a gift.

The soup base for snail noodles also requires beef spine, but beef spine is hard to buy.

Song Yan went to the livestock farm to try his luck.

He was lucky today, as he came across a wounded ox that was to be slaughtered. Because it was too badly injured to be saved, it was dragged directly to the livestock farm.

Before the cattle were slaughtered, a crowd of people gathered around, all scrambling to buy beef.

Song Yan squeezed in and bought a few beef ribs, and also took the opportunity to buy some beef offal.

Even though it's offal, any meat is in great demand.

What's more, offal is cheap, and those people who can't afford meat will buy some offal to take home, which can be considered as a way to have a taste of meat.

After buying the beef spine, Song Yan came out of the livestock farm. The two eggs she had eaten for breakfast had long been digested, and she was now hungry.

Passing by a pancake shop, he bought a pancake and ate it while walking.

Song Yan remembered that Aunt Niu wanted to buy needles and thread, so she went to the grocery store again and bought some white vinegar and salt.

Then he remembered something and went to buy a set of harness for the donkey cart.

It was almost 9 o'clock when Song Yan drove his donkey cart to Hefang's shop.

The door of the shop was open.

"Brother He!" Song Yan jumped out of the car and tied the donkey at the door.

He Fang was standing in front of the counter, using an abacus. When he heard Song Yan's voice, he immediately greeted her with a smile: "I was just thinking of looking for you these days."

Song Yan said, "I just happened to come to town to buy something, so I stopped by your store to take a look. Brother He, what do you want to talk to me about?"

He Fang said happily, "I have already found out about the buffalo you want to buy."

Hearing this good news, Song Yan couldn't help but get excited and asked three questions in a row: "Really? Where is it? When can we go to see the cows?"

"It's in the next town." He Fang said, "But he has a request..."

Song Yan's heart skipped a beat: "What request?"

"The cow had just given birth to a calf, and he wanted to buy the calf as well," He Fang continued.

Song Yan thought about it and said, "That's fine."

Anyway, the cowshed he built in his new house is big enough to accommodate two cows.

"But my new house hasn't been built yet, so I can probably move in by the end of the month," said Song Yan.

He Fang breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'll send a message and ask them to come over at the end of the month."

He smiled again and said, "Brother, remember to treat me to a housewarming drink when the time comes."

Song Yan laughed and said, "Of course, of course."

He Fang looked at him and suddenly hesitated: "You and the girl from the Shu family..."

Song Yan was shocked. How come even He Fang knew about his relationship with Shu Changyu?

His eyes wandered: "We haven't done anything yet..."

"Have you met Miss Shu again?" He Fang asked at the same time.

After saying this, the two looked at each other.

He Fang's eyes widened.

Song Yan: Damn! I let it slip.

He Fang grabbed Song Yan's neck and rubbed his head hard.

"Good boy, you are really good. You even won Miss Shu."

"It hasn't been confirmed yet, Brother He, don't talk nonsense." Song Yan broke free from He Fang's messy hand and quickly combed her messy hair.

He Fang also knew that the relationship had not been formally finalized yet, so it was not easy to say such things, lest it ruin the girl's reputation.

So he said, "I just went to the Shu family yesterday to have a banquet. Miss Shu's third brother got married, but I didn't see Miss Shu."

Song Yan smiled and said, "I know, I went there yesterday too.

He Fang asked curiously, "You went there too? Then why didn't I see you yesterday?"

"I went to a banquet held at noon and came back after the banquet."

And Shu Changyu went home with him.

Song Yan was too embarrassed to say the latter part.

He Fang suddenly realized: "So there was a banquet at noon. I went there in the evening. No wonder I didn't run into you."

He Fang winked and said, "But since Third Brother Shu is married, then it should be Miss Shu's turn next, right?"

"If you are really interested in Miss Shu, please ask the matchmaker to come to your house at a certain time."

Song Yan shook his head dazedly: "Let me think about it again."

He Fang said angrily, "What are you thinking about? I remember that Miss Shu is not young anymore, aren't you afraid that someone else will get there first?"

Song Yan's face was a little shaken, and then she thought of the male protagonist.

What if after the male protagonist appears, Shu Changyu changes her mind again and falls in love with the male protagonist?

But it was too rash to invite a matchmaker directly to the house, and Song Yan always felt a little timid.

Let’s wait a little longer.

Without waiting for He Fang to speak, Song Yan made an excuse to slip away: "Brother He, I have something else to do. I'll go back first. We'll talk next time."

He Fang saw him running faster than a rabbit, smiled and shook his head: "This little Song..."

I sighed in my heart, I hope he and Miss Shu can have a happy ending, and not come here sadly to drown his sorrows in alcohol like he did last time.

It was too late to go back and cook, so Song Yan bought some buns and sesame cakes and went back.

Because he bought so many things, Song Yan drove the donkey cart directly to the door of his house, put all the things into the house, and then returned the donkey cart.

When he got home, he first put the beef offal, and the extra pork shanks and beef spines into the refrigerator, and would take them out to make soup later when he had time.

The snail was kept in clean water for a whole night and had spit out almost all the mud and sand. Song Yan went to borrow a pair of pliers from Uncle Niu and cut off the snail's tail.

Rinse it twice with clean water to make it thoroughly clean.

Song Wanzhou squatted beside him and watched him cut conch shells.

"Brother, are we eating snails today?"

Song Yan said without even looking up: "No, let's eat snail noodles tonight."

Song Wanzhou scratched her head. She knew about snails, but what was snail noodles?

"Brother, what is snail rice noodle?"

"Snail noodles are..." Song Yan explained briefly.

Song Wanzhou didn't understand what he said, but he just thought it was delicious.

Blanch the conches, pork shanks and beef spine in water separately.

Put pork shanks, beef spine and spices into a clay pot, pour two spoons of water in, and boil the broth for a while.

Heat the pot, pour the blanched conches into the pot, fry until the water is dry, then add ginger, garlic and spices and stir-fry together.

Song Yan was concentrating on frying conches and didn't notice a white figure entering the kitchen.

The spatula quickly flips the snails until each one is coated with a thin layer of oil, the shell is golden, and the spicy aroma of ginger and garlic, and the unique fragrance of spices permeate into the snail meat.

The snails are now cooked.

Song Yan picked up the earthenware jar, placed it on the stove, and prepared to make soup.

After doing all this, he stretched himself, took a break, and waited for the soup to be cooked before frying the chili oil.

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang out from behind: "What are you cooking?"