594. Pork dish and wine cellar_1

While speaking, Qiaoqiao had already finished cutting the remaining two pumpkins in the basket.

Looking at the pigsty, she spoke with a slight hint of regret:

"I originally wanted to invite the children to watch when we slaughter the pig, but my sister said it was too bloody and didn't want to scare them, so we decided against it."

In reality, there was simply not enough meat to go around.

[As one dying who leaps up at the sound of life, I heard there's pork to be had—I call dibs on the black one!]

[I want the white one, the fattest one! I love fried pork rinds!]

[Host, I'm not picky at all! I'll take any pig!]

[I'm a repeater, already in my thirties, I'm not afraid of bloodiness]

[What bloodiness? I'm not scared! Host, I grew up watching Rainbow Cat Blue Rabbit!]

[Scared? Who's scared? Not to hide it from the host, I was born missing a fear chip, I never get scared.]