Beauty and the Beasts Chapter 1214 - Favorite Sausages

Chapter 1214: Favorite Sausages

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Bai Qingqing’s face turned red after seeing her mates and children react so adversely.

She’d always liked to eat pig’s intestines—she just kept it to herself to preserve her good image. But now that they’d been married for so long, she let herself give in to her cravings.

“Cough. Actually, it’s really delicious after you clean it,” Bai Qingqing said sheepishly.

“Are you sure?” Curtis looked at her suspiciously, then at Muir. He wasn’t sure if the two of them had fought, and Bai Qingqing was just taking the opportunity to put Muir in a spot.

However, Muir knew deep down that his lover wouldn’t do that—which meant that she genuinely wanted to eat the intestines. His thick and dark brows furrowed together in disapproval as he said, “I’ll clean some of it later. Just have a bite.”

Bai Qingqing stuck out her tongue. Her appet.i.te was especially great today.

Muir’s movements were very nimble. In no time, he had cut up the plump and st.u.r.dy black boar into eight large pieces and cleaned its various organs, including the pile of large intestines.

Today’s slaughtering was so overwhelming that even the leopard cubs, who liked to rummage through slaughtered prey remains for food, didn’t dare to get close. Mommy’s becoming more and more stingy. She doesn’t even leave behind any organs. Is she going to make us eat animal fur next?

Sigh. A huge source of childhood joy was gone!

Parker prepared the main course, making braised pork ribs and pig’s trotters, as well as stir-fried pig’s intestines—the dish that Bai Qingqing had been looking forward to most today.

Males couldn’t bear to eat such good food. While waiting for the braised meat to simmer, Parker began to pickle the remaining meat, hoping to store it during this season.

Upon seeing that there were a lot of intestines, Bai Qingqing was suddenly struck by an idea. She clapped her hands and said, “Parker, cut the meat up into smaller pieces. I want to stuff the meat into the intestines.”

She wanted to make sausages. Everyone’s love for the food as a child was second to none.

Parker’s hand halted and his face paled. He looked at Bai Qingqing’s abdomen in suspicion and asked, “You’re not pregnant, are you?”

Otherwise, why would she have such weird cravings?

Never mind that he had to especially stir-fry the stinky intestines—it would only be a small portion, so he could throw it away if it didn’t taste good. Stuffing them with meat would be such a waste of good food.

Exasperated and on the brink of tears, Bai Qingqing looked at Parker and said, “It’s going to taste great!”

Parker didn’t believe her. With his keen sense of smell, he could definitely pick up the stench. With other foods, he could let Qingqing experiment, but with such a good ingredient… he was worried that Qingqing would cry if it went to waste.

Muir suddenly said, “Let’s go with Qingqing’s idea. It shouldn’t be hard to find the group of black boars.”

“Okay, I’ll stuff the intestines then,” Parker said with a sigh. With Muir around, they’d probably have plenty of such rare ingredients.

Bai Qingqing beamed with joy and glanced at Muir gratefully. She then watched earnestly as the food was prepared.

More fat had to be sc.r.a.ped from the intestines used to make sausages with chopsticks until there was only a thin layer of skin left. Bai Qingqing then asked Muir to clean more pieces of the large intestine till each piece was as thin as silk.

When the intestines were cleaned, Parker had finished pickling the lean meat.

Parker continued to stir-fry the small intestines, while Muir, Curtis, and Bai Qingqing stuffed the intestines with meat. The males’ hearts felt as heavy as the stuffed intestines.

Bai Qingqing was also worried as these looked nothing like the sausages she had in mind.

Have you ever seen sausages thicker than the width of a person’s fist? That’s right, the sausages they were stuffing were thicker than the width of Bai Qingqing’s fist.

Bai Qingqing was dismayed. She seemed to have gotten it wrong. Sausages were probably made with small intestines.

Muir had put so much effort into cleaning the intestines that she couldn’t bear to throw them away. As such, she continued stuffing the intestines. They would probably taste the same, anyway.