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Chapter 1107 80 Little Stutterer Pork Shop 2

Although Lingyao felt that she was sometimes quite domineering, she was still not as domineering as the original owner and this aunt.

However, she did not reply to Wang Cuicui. Instead, she looked past the people in line and at the butcher who was distributing meat to people.

Judging from his demeanor, the man didn't look like a butcher at all. Butchers are usually quite muscular, since they eat meat more often than others.

These days, meat is hard to come by. At least half of the people queuing here now will probably run out of meat by the time it's their turn, so there's a lot of oil to be made from it.

But he wasn't strong at all; in fact, he was quite thin.

He also did not possess the malevolent aura of someone who had been killing for many years.

On the contrary, he looks very refined.

The first person in line buying meat was picking and choosing the piece of meat that had been cut off, instructing him to cut from this spot, to get more fat, not to cut into the bone, and to take the best cut...

He was overwhelmed by the series of demands, carefully following their instructions while stammering out explanations.

"No, you can't cut it here. It won't sell well if you don't cut it properly..."

He spoke haltingly and in a low voice, so the other person either didn't hear him or pretended not to.

He clicked his tongue impatiently and said, "What are you talking about? Just cut it the way I said, you know? I won't pay for even an extra inch."

Chen Ping'an held the knife with meticulous and skillful knife work. Although it was a bit troublesome, he still cut it for the boy as he wished. When he put it on the scale, it weighed exactly one pound.

"Seventy-five cents."

While announcing the price, they used a straw rope to hang up the meat skewer hole and wrap it up.

The man who took the meat scoffed, "This doesn't amount to 75 cents. Your scale is wrong. I'll give you 50 cents."

He threw 50 cents on the cutting board, picked up the meat, and turned to leave.

The stutterer seemed used to it, hanging his head as he picked up the money from the chopping board, rolled it up, and put it in his pocket.

Lingyao felt so sorry for him. My goodness, this little God of Wealth is such a pitiful little thing.

Lingyao carefully memorized the man who had just left with the meat.

There are too many people here right now, so it's not very convenient to do anything. Let's let him off the hook for now.

Fortunately, although there were some picky customers later on, not many of them deliberately underpaid like they did just now.

After all, people are not as strapped for cash as they used to be these past few years. They have money to buy meat, but supplies are scarce.

It wouldn't be worth it if I ended up being sued by the police for something like this.

Those who wanted to cheat were basically notorious hooligans and thugs in the village, just like the original owner.

Getting involved with the police is commonplace for them; they're thick-skinned and unafraid.

Aunt Wang and Lingyao did arrive a bit late today. By the time it was their turn, only two types of ribs with more bones than meat were left.

Wang Cuicui picked and chose the two pieces of meat, complaining that this wasn't good enough and that wasn't good enough. She said there were too many bones and not enough meat, and that the meat had been sitting there for so long that it wasn't fresh anymore...

Chen Ping'an, who had just spoken a few words to other customers despite his stutter, remained silent and even took a step back with his lips tightly pursed.

Wang Cuicui did not refute the picky selection.

Although Wang Cuicui was picky, the meat was free, all on credit. Even the bones without meat were good for making soup.

She glanced at Chen Ping'an, whose neck was almost completely hidden in his collar, and gave Ling Yao a meaningful look.

This means that Lingyao should continue to buy on credit as before.

Lingyao caught her eye signal, but did not ask for credit as Wang Cuicui had expected.

Instead, he spoke in a tone that was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for people nearby to hear.

"Aunt Wang, do you want this meat? If not, you can have the meat from the back. If you do want it, you can pay for it. If you don't have money, you can buy it on credit."

Wang Cuicui was taken aback, wondering why this Jiang family girl had come all this way today. Even if there were debts on credit before, weren't they all incurred on her behalf?

Now you're trying to get credit from me?

Before Wang Cuicui could come up with a name, the people behind her who had overheard her started urging her on.

People who had been queuing all day and were disappointed that there was no meat left immediately perked up when they heard that someone wasn't buying.

"Hey, Aunt Wang, are you going to buy it or not? If not, don't stop everyone else from buying it. I'm waiting to buy some meat to cook at home."

Urged on by the people behind her, Aunt Wang hurriedly replied, "Buy! I'll buy! I've been queuing for so long, why shouldn't I buy? I'll buy it on credit!"

Aunt Wang realized that the Jiang family girl was unhappy because the previous debts were all in her name.

I'm thinking of getting it on credit from her today.

But it doesn't matter, she'll take a bigger portion of meat if she buys it on credit, and she won't pay it back anyway.

If this stuttering girl comes knocking, she'll say that if she wants to collect a debt, she should first collect it from the Jiang family's girl.

The Jiang family girl owes more than her; once she pays it back, she will pay it back too.

But given Jiang's girl's shrewish nature, she definitely won't pay it back.

Then I would have a reason not to pay it back.

Aunt Wang gave a soft snort and called out to the little stutterer.

"Please write this down for me. I'll pay on credit and... I'll pay you back in a few days."

As for how many days that is, nobody knows.

Upon hearing Aunt Wang's words, Chen Ping'an's pursed lips twitched slightly, but in the end, he didn't say anything and simply wrote down the amount in his notebook.

Aunt Wang left with the two pieces of pork ribs, without mentioning sharing them with Lingyao, and left faster than anyone else.

The people queuing behind could only leave with sighs of disappointment when they saw that all the meat on the stall had been sold out.

In the blink of an eye, only Lingyao was left standing in front of the meat stall.

Chen Ping'an glanced briefly at Ling Yao, who was standing motionless in front of the stall.

His tone was a little weak, and he stuttered even more than before.

"Meat, meat, all gone, we're closing up shop."

Lingyao hummed in agreement: "I know."

Does she know why she hasn't left yet?

She only ate meat on credit before, but now that there's no meat left, she's still standing here. Could it be... that she's trying to rob us?

Chen Pingan silently clenched the money in his pocket.

He has a use for all this money, and if she dares to rob him, he will definitely report her to the police.

However, the situation Chen Ping'an had anticipated did not occur.

The other person looked at him, and their attitude was much better than before, when they were being arrogant and aggressive.

"How much did I owe you before? I'm here to settle the debt."

As she spoke, she took out a stack of small bills and two small ten-yuan notes from her pocket.

It really looks like they're going to pay him back.

Chen Pingan glanced at her cautiously, then took out his account book and carefully calculated each item.

"Five dollars and seventy cents."

Lingyao nodded, counted out five yuan and seven mao from the stack of loose change, and handed it to Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping'an found it hard to believe; he had thought he would never get the money back.

Unexpectedly, she actually came to repay the money.

He accepted the money and was about to cross out those accounts.

But Lingyao suddenly raised her hand and pressed it down on his.

His fingertip tapped on his ledger.

"Change this name to Wang Cuicui's."