"Are you saying all of these were ordered by our third son, Ye Qiu?" Wang Hong confirmed once more, "Boss, you didn't get it wrong, did you?"
"How could I just make this up? It's not just for today; Ye Laosan told me he'll take all the pig offal from me in the future." The butcher said with a cheerful smile.
In the past, nobody wanted these pig offals, and it felt like a waste to give them away for free, and they didn't sell for much either. Some people wanted pig liver and pig blood, but since Ye Qiu wanted everything, he decided not to sell these to others and sold everything as a package to Ye Qiu. At least he sold them all, and it could make a little money.
"What's he doing buying so many pig offals?" Wang Hong's eyes shifted as she couldn't figure it out.
