Chapter Thirteen: Fulfillment

“Oh dear, the mistress said the servants went to the meat stall today, and this is all there is. They’ve already bought everything available,” the kitchen maid reported.

Lin Qiuran frowned. Even if she arranged everything she had, it wouldn’t be enough—at most, she could prepare four plates. Trying to stretch it to sixteen plates for the banquet would only invite ridicule from the guests.

Lin Qiuran had finalized the menu three days ago. There were certainly more than one pork vendors in the county town; why hadn’t they secured the meat earlier?

Taking a deep breath, Lin Qiuran was about to speak when the kitchen maid added, “The mistress said since there wasn’t enough, she bought something else. Here, there are pig intestines. The mistress also said, since you’re the head chef with good skills, two missing dishes won’t stop you from preparing the table.”

Though this sounded like a compliment, praising Lin Qiuran’s culinary skills, the tone carried a subtle implication.

Lin Qiuran understood perfectly: this wasn’t a simple shortage but an intentional difficulty. The last time she came was the 23rd; three days had passed since then. If the order had been placed earlier, the meat stall owner would have surely reserved the pork. Instead, nothing was arranged, and now they had a bucket of pig intestines instead.

This also explained why Lin Qiuran hadn’t experienced morning sickness symptoms—otherwise, the smell alone would have made cooking impossible. She was recommended by Madam Yu; if the longevity banquet failed, Madam Yu would be implicated, and worse, Lin Qiuran would offend the Wang family, making it impossible for her to settle in Yu’an County in the future.

If the banquet couldn’t be held, who would hire her again?

Lin Qiuran thought to herself, no wonder Lady Zhao was so cold to her that day, and even said she was recommended by her younger sister-in-law but hadn’t even altered the menu.

Lin Qiuran smiled faintly. “No matter. Please have the kitchen maid clean the pig intestines thoroughly. The banquet is tomorrow—we can’t afford any unpleasant odor.”

The kitchen maid’s smile stiffened, brows furrowed, as if wanting to say something, but Lin Qiuran cut her off. “Please hurry. If the banquet is delayed because of you, I won’t know how to explain it to the mistress.”

Turning to Mrs. Sun, Lin Qiuran said, “Mother, soak the beans and other ingredients quickly.”

Soaking the beans a day in advance made the Eight Treasure Rice taste better.

The kitchen maid went to wash the intestines. Lin Qiuran glanced at the bucket and began preparing. She wasn’t limited to just one dish. With the pig intestines, she could make rice sausage or slice them cold as a dish. But compared to braised pig ears, making rice sausage was more laborious: seasoning the filling, stuffing the casing, steaming, then slicing and plating.

Braised dishes were simpler—just simmer in the pot and handle other tasks.

Seeing this, Mrs. Sun sensed trouble and hurriedly asked Lin Qiuran what had happened.

Lin Qiuran briefly explained.

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