"Ma Gu, what is that, such lowly meat, should it even be eaten by people?"
The finely-dressed youth turned pale, pointing at the meat stall and shouting with a somewhat sharp voice.
Especially those pig innards at the stall, a faint, almost imperceptible smell wafted over, making him nearly want to vomit.
Ma Gu followed his pointing finger and saw the pig meat stall, feeling somewhat helpless.
At this time, the entire marketplace fell silent.
As for the meat stall owner, he had become as quiet as a cicada in winter, his robust body trembling slightly, almost unable to resist the urge to crawl under his stall.
That finely-dressed youth was clearly some noble from who knows where.
Even Mr. Ma had to accompany him humbly, let alone a commoner selling pork who could provoke him.
"Mr. Wei, this is a rural area; these poor people naturally can't afford anything too good," Ma Gu replied with an ingratiating smile.