Chapter 225: Pig Slaughter Underway—processing Pork Offal
Seeing the fresh and seemingly fishy-smelling internal organs, even the Class Eight Grade One crowd, who had been calm-faced until just now, couldn’t hold it together anymore. Most jumped back two or three meters, and even those who cared about face like Class President Lu Daiqing or Ouyang Yating couldn’t help but shift their feet backward.
The only two who didn’t move their feet were Xiang Chuan, who was checking the pig offal for damage on the platform, and Ainuo, who couldn’t move because they needed to operate multiple equipment light screens at the same time. The latter’s face was already about the same color tone as the pork liver Xiang Chuan had just taken out.
Xiang Chuan glanced around, and everyone knew from this action that she intended to find someone to help out. They slipped even farther away, but there were still some who slipped through the net.
“Liang Gong! Qing… Qing… Oh right, Qing Ke!” Xiang Chuan reached out her hands toward the two, “Come over and help me hold the container. I’ll take out the internal organs.”
The two who were called by name and hadn’t escaped in time couldn’t refuse now. They braced themselves and stepped forward under the pitying gazes of the whole class (and numerous audience members in the holographic field), picking up the glass basin-shaped container.
“Liang Gong, you take the large container. Qing Ke, you take a smaller one.” Xiang Chuan pointed at the large container in Qing Ke’s hand, signaling him to swap it, “Pig internal organs vary in size; not all of them need large containers.”
“Xiang… Club President.” Liang Gong remembered that a proper A Bite of China Club club activity was underway, and quickly corrected himself, “Aren’t we throwing these internal organs away?”
“Of course not! What a waste that would be!” Xiang Chuan looked at the pork liver in her right hand with drool-worthy anticipation, “Pork offal… that is, pig internal organs—these are all delicious things. After everyone finishes processing these internal organs, add some seasoning to remove the fishy smell, spend a bit more time cooking them, and that taste… tsk tsk.”
As she spoke, Xiang Chuan’s mouth was practically watering. She especially regretted that the production escort ship didn’t have soy sauce here; otherwise, she could whip up some simple braised dishes right away.
Liang Gong looked at the neatly shaped but utterly creepy pork liver in Xiang Chuan’s hand with a mix of exasperation, unable to connect this organ he’d only seen in biology class with the word “delicious.”
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After Qing Ke brought over other glass containers about the size of soup basins, Xiang Chuan began the organ dissection task that made all onlookers dizzy.
Qing Ke was constantly regretting how he’d been distracted by the nearby pork hologram just now, causing his somewhat timid self to now have to face fresh internal organs up close.
Pork heart, pork liver, pork stomach, pork kidney, pork lung… one by one, the chunks of internal organs were placed into small glass containers. Qing Ke had to keep transporting these dissected internal organs to the rack next to the dissection platform. Looking at the pig internal organs packed in glass containers on the rack, both the watching students and the production escort ship employees had increasingly subtle expressions.
How to put it—this scene didn’t look like processing ingredients; it looked like preparing for some live experiment.
Soon, the pig’s upper body internal organs were all removed, leaving only the pig intestines.
Xiang Chuan glanced at Liang Gong, making him shudder all over: it was his turn.
Just now, Xiang Chuan had been putting those internal organs into the small containers Qing Ke handed over, so Liang Gong thought the medium container in his hand was just prepared as a precaution, but the result showed Xiang Chuan wouldn’t let anyone off the hook.
When a bundle of pig small intestine was placed into the container, Liang Gong nearly fainted.
…If he remembered right, this was the organ connected to the pig’s excretory system, right? This had to be eaten too?
Liang Gong glanced uncertainly at Xiang Chuan. She had already started pulling at the large intestine and noticed his line of sight. She looked up and asked in doubt, “What’s wrong? Take the small intestine over first. Remember to bring another basin to hold the large intestine.”
Liang Gong: ……
Qing Ke standing by on standby: ……
On-site onlookers: ……
It could only be said that modern masks had excellent odor-blocking functions; otherwise, Liang Gong probably would’ve been fumigated into dropping the medium container from his hand.
When Liang Gong saw the varying shades of “stains” at the end of the large intestine Xiang Chuan put into the container, his brain activated its defense mechanism and began to stop thinking.
—Just don’t think about it. After finishing today’s work, a thorough sterilization when leaving later would do!
Not just Liang Gong—all the Class Eight Grade One crowd present shared the same thought at that moment.
Because Xiang Chuan waved at them and displayed the pre-prepared pig internal organ processing methods on the light screen, assigning it to the group specifically handling pig internal organs.
“Processing pig internal organs isn’t hard—it’s just a bit more patient than handling freshwater fish. But the key is the small intestine and large intestine. You absolutely must clean the filth from the inside of the intestines thoroughly, or you’ll taste the flavor of the 21st century famous dish ‘Nine-turn large intestine.'” Xiang Chuan said seriously, “If you can’t imagine it, think of the taste of pork in our market now—that’s even harder to swallow.”
What was Nine-turn large intestine? Was it good? The answer was clear from Xiang Chuan’s disgusted expression when mentioning it. The pig internal organ processing team unanimously recalled her expression when she tried eating her own pork dish in the A Bite of China Club small kitchen—worse than that pork…?
Everyone instantly shivered. The Class Eight Gluttons of first-year high school, whose tongues had been spoiled by ancient beef and chicken dishes, always trusted Xiang Chuan’s tongue. Since she evaluated that so-called Nine-turn large intestine that way, they had to avoid that situation. The pig internal organ processing team instantly felt the weight on their shoulders.
“No need to be so tense. When processing the intestines, have the detection equipment check for any missed spots, and you can avoid the worst-case scenario Xiang Chuan hypothesized.”
Class President Lu Daiqing patted a pig internal organ processing team member’s shoulder and comforted them.
True, with machine assistance, it shouldn’t lead to the worst outcome. The pig internal organ processing team members’ suspended hearts eased a bit.
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Xiang Chuan ignored how the Class Eight young ones were steeling themselves. She now went to the pig head, picked up the pneumatic cutting knife, and neatly sliced off the pig ears. She pried open the pig’s mouth and cut out the pig tongue, casually placing it into the container Qing Ke was holding.
“Take this over too. Have them clean out earwax and such filth. For the tongue, handle the tongue coating and the like.” As Xiang Chuan spoke, she rubbed the pig ears. The fur on them had been cleaned during the depilation earlier, so they actually felt pretty good to rub.
Qing Ke received the order and hurried to deliver it to the internal organ processing team. They looked puzzled when receiving the pig ears: Wasn’t this not an internal organ?
But since the person in charge on site, Xiang Chuan, gave the order, they obediently followed.
“Qing Ke! Bring another container!” Xiang Chuan called.
There was more? Qing Ke wondered as he fetched another small glass container. He handed it over based on muscle memory and hadn’t even asked when he saw a white, squishy thing drop into it.
What was this?
Brain.
Then Qing Ke also gave up thinking.
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After finishing the internal organs, Xiang Chuan removed her gloves and threw them into the sterilization trash can placed next to the platform, exhaling.
Anyway, the main pork offal was arranged for now. Some she didn’t know how to handle, like yellow throat, pig nose, pig eyeball… those could wait until castrated pig mass production to find a chance to discuss with Aksim General Manager or Chief Steward An Jing.
Finally, Xiang Chuan glanced at the pig eyeball and recalled how in her previous life, some people in Guangxi Province liked eating roasted pig eyeballs for the burst sensation… She imagined the scene and couldn’t help shivering.
This was too early, whether for her or for modern people.
Been busy with work these past two days and haven’t stocked up much. Hope to stock a few chapters today.
