Before long, evening arrived.
Uncle Tie Zhu really did buy a basket of intestines and bring them back. He washed and scrubbed them over and over, using all sorts of methods to remove the smell. Judging by his technique, he clearly knew what he was doing.
That evening, Uncle Tie Zhu said he had prepared several good dishes.
They were mainly Shandong dishes: Nine-Turn Intestines, suguo stew, cattail shoots in milky broth, Three Delicacies, and so on. Compared with the food back home, the flavors were naturally on the lighter side.
Still, Uncle Tie Zhu really was a good cook. Everything tasted great.
He even brought out his aged liquor to treat us.
As for Auntie Liu, after resting for several hours, she no longer needed to stay in bed. She had even gotten up and walked around on her own before sitting on the sofa beside us to listen to our conversation.
Without the sinister yin energy clinging to her, she was recovering at an astonishing rate.
Uncle Tie Zhu had never expected this. All those days of treatment at the hospital had done nothing.
Yet as soon as we arrived, Auntie Liu could get out of bed and walk.
Delighted, Uncle Tie Zhu became even more hospitable and raised his glass more frequently.
He said that he and Auntie Liu had been in the antiques business for ten or twenty years without ever encountering anything this uncanny.
He had never imagined they would run into it this time, or that it would nearly cost Auntie Liu her life. He went on about how fortunate they were to have met us.
After that, he insisted on downing his drink first as a sign of respect.
He picked up his glass and started drinking...
As the younger guests, we naturally