"Oh? Is that so?"
Having heard Su Yunjin's words, the manager Liu saw that she was very confident, and also noticed that Su Yunjin looked more astute and courageous than an average village woman.
He then adopted a different attitude, asking Su Yunjin with interest, "I wonder what delicacy the young mistress has to offer to the Fuman Building? Please do tell, let me listen."
Setting down her carrying pole, Su Yunjin took out a clay bowl from within, then tore off the oil paper sealed on top of the bowl, "Manager Liu, you see, this is what I want to sell to the Fuman Building!"
After Su Yunjin's processing, the pig blood had congealed into blocks akin to tofu, and its color had changed from the original bright red to a dark red. This was Manager Liu's first time seeing pig blood prepared in this manner.
With some uncertainty, Manager Liu asked Su Yunjin, "Young mistress, is that pig blood in your bowl?"
"Indeed, what's inside the bowl is truly pig blood!" Su Yunjin nodded.