A fast-paced transmigration story set in a historical fiction era: The fox spirit is enjoying happin

She felt a little embarrassed when someone suddenly asked her, "I don't really want to eat anything."

Shen Mingrong: "If you want to eat it, just give me a call."

He has several younger brothers whose families sell pork, chicken, duck, or fish.

Her eyes lit up when she heard there was meat to eat. "Really? But I want it fresh; it won't taste good if it's not fresh."

In fact, people ride bicycles and hawk meat every day.

The back seats of the vehicle were converted into a place to put a cutting board, with large covered bamboo baskets on both sides containing pork, bones, a large cleaver, and a whetstone.

She bought it twice, but it wasn't good. The cooked meat couldn't be masked by the strong porky smell unless heavily seasoned.

She couldn't tell if it was cooked, not cooked, or almost cooked if she added too much seasoning.

It tastes even worse than rotten pork when cooked.

She loves to eat meat, but she doesn't eat just any kind of meat.

Shen Mingrong is becoming more and more familiar with the things in the store, and is also slowly picking up the skills he learned before.

"Ken-zai, bring two catties of lean meat this afternoon, from someone who killed a pig today."

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded incredulous: "Brother Mingrong?"

"Well, it's me"

"You can actually make phone calls? Are your eyes better?" Jianzi was surprised, delighted, and timid all at the same time.

Shen Mingrong suppressed his hopes: "No, I just memorized the landline keypad and was calling you."

"No...it's okay, Mingrong will be alright."

In Jianzai's mind, he was an omnipotent person; he was only temporarily blind.

"Okay, remember to bring lean meat, only lean meat, no fat at all, and it has to be from a slaughtered animal today."

Jianzai nodded vigorously: "I'll do it, no problem, I'll definitely come."

Although he couldn't see, he always noticed that Li Jiaojiao would specifically serve him fatty meat. After a while, he figured out that she didn't like fatty meat.

He had never paid attention to Shen Ajiao's many cute little gestures before.

Li Jiaojiao was standing next to him listening to the phone call. After confirming that there would be fresh meat to eat today, even the dust swept down by the feather duster looked incredibly pleasing to the eye.

Of course, pleasing to the eye doesn't mean liking it; she still hates these places that she cleans every day but still gets dusty every day.

Aunt Shen pulled Shen Sanbao in and walked aggressively toward Li Jiaojiao.

"Shen Ajiao, did you deliberately raise the price for my husband, your cousin-in-law, in front of my brother today?"

"Yes, that's right," she readily admitted.

But so what? She can do whatever she wants in her shop, and she can set whatever price she wants. She's not holding a gun to people's mouths.

Aunt Shen had prepared a whole host of insults to accuse her of being a liar.

Unexpectedly, Shen Ajiao was too lazy to lie and even put on a disdainful attitude.

Shen Sanbao glanced at his younger sister with disdain: "Cousin, why does your shop close every few days?"

"Open it if you want, it's none of your business," Li Jiaojiao retorted directly.

Shen Sanbao and Shen Ajiao had a very bad relationship, so there was no need to save face for them.

However, Shen Sanbao was also a patient person: "But how will you make any money if you do this?"

Li Jiaojiao scoffed, "Right, where would I get the money? How about Brother Sanbao lend me some so I can take it to Mingrong for medical treatment?"

Shen Sanbao's expression became somewhat unnatural.

They came to ask for money; how could they possibly be the ones giving money?

Aunt Shen Liu couldn't stand it anymore: "We're here today to get your money back."

"Why should I? It's a free market, and I won't return a single penny of your money!

Seeing that she was being glared at, Li Jiaojiao didn't back down and glared back at her directly.