Troublesome Meat Processing Novels & Stories

One of the employees had already run outside to the flower bed and vomited. "The evidence is that the food processor had not been washed, and there is still a little minced meat on the inner wall, which can be taken for analysis." Originally, I was worried that this sausage was made of inferior meat, but I didn't expect that there was no meat at all! It was all just seasonings! "And the fish soup you had for lunch. Didn't you notice that the color was off?" Abigail's gaze swept over the crowd as she said, word by word, "Normal fish soup isn't this white, unless a spoonful of evaporated milk is added, then you can make any kind of delicious fish soup."

They pushed through double doors into hell. The stench hit first. I began to panic. This wasn’t just a warehouse. It was a butcher’s room. Meat hooks hung from ceiling rails, some empty, some holding dark shapes I didn't want to identify. Stainless steel tables stained with old blood. Drains on the floor. And in the corner an industrial machete machine used to process whole animals. The blade moved ceaselessly, mechanical. They set up a test with a watermelon sat on the conveyor belt, moving toward the blade. The machine bit into it. Flesh exploded. Juice sprayed. The blade continued its relentless path, reducing the watermelon to chunks, then pulp, then liquid that ran red down the drain.

That was all Almia could say as she stared at the item Kirou placed on the counter. The item itself wasn't anything special, just a piece of female wild boar meat. The reason for Almia's reaction is that it's five kilograms of excellent quality female wild boar meat. Unlike the male equivalent that is filled with tough muscle, this piece of meat possessed a bit more fat and is quite tender when cooked. Not to mention that it was currently of excellent quality. For Almia who lives in Elderwood Village, this wasn't an ingredient that she could easily obtain. Hell, she highly doubted it is something any cook outside of the capital cities for each kingdom on the Four Kingdom Continents can obtai

as a spoiled kid. "Hey! What's up?" A man asked as he approached someone. "Sup Zane! Been doing great, how about yourself?" The man replied as they did a handshake. "Couldn't go out for two days. I got scolded by dad for bullying our classmates and stuff. It just went through one ear and left on the other though, it was lame as it could get," Zane explained and laughed. "You really shouldn't have gone that far in the first place. Well, it's also their fault for being lame and useless," The guy replied as he walked in a fancy way.

"But the normal price of meat is around 40 coins per catty. How can your braised meat be so affordable?" As the burly man expressed his skepticism about our braised meat, I could sense his discomfort when I mentioned that we were serving pig offal and pig head. Understanding his hesitation, I quickly reassured him with a warm smile. "Don't worry," I said earnestly. "Our braised meat made from pig offal and pig head is nothing like you might expect. We've put a lot of effort into ensuring that there's no unpleasant smell or off-putting taste. In fact, I guarantee that it's delicious!"

It's definitely harder to quit cold turkey. I jump in the shower to get ready for my day. Working at the butcher shop wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I have become an expert butcher. I can tell you which meat is which without labeling. Whether they are supplemented, grass-fed, or fed steroids and hormones for bigger production. I have turned so many sources of bad meat away that the werewolves running the place had no idea they were bad.

The mark looked like a botched tattoo, blurred and dark against his skin. I caught Malcolm’s eye; his pupils had narrowed to slits as he burned the image into his memory. Elias stood up, his expression unreadable as he calmly began placing the cuts of meat back into his cart. "No harm done, Alpha Malcolm," Elias said smoothly. "I hadn't tightened the iron straps properly anyway." "Still, my fault for bumping into it. Now you have to do the work twice," Malcolm countered. He signaled to a few nearby warriors to haul the meat inside to be processed for the young trainees' lunch.

Calista replied between bites, "I quite like them." Lucian pursed his lips, hesitated, and asked, "What about the meat? It doesn't look very fresh." Calista chuckled, "How can sausage be fresh? It's processed food. It might have been sitting around for some time." Calista felt something was off with Lucian as if he were missing some senses. And now, it was becoming clear that he indeed was.

over the world. Meanwhile, in this epoch, slaughter is no longer just for an individual or for a family, but in large numbers for almost all of humanity. Besides, I haven't eaten meat for 20 years and I don't miss it either, because I don't even know what it tastes like anymore. ", Godric explained calmly. "What? An animal for the crowd? Who does that? How do you know how many animals you have to kill to please a whole mass of people? "Asked Louis, confused, since in his day every family had their own animals and slaughtered them. The modern times were really strange, Louis thought and smelled a little on the meat, but then put it back on the tray with a disgusted face. "This meat smells st

I remembered when I first dealt with the meat, I became sick because of the smell but it looked like he had a practice to that or he was tough enough to deal with meat and stuff. Dumbo. He is in mafia. He deals with blood and sweats. My conscience mocked me as I shook my head in agreement with that. He could do anything as the only thing that could make him sick was some love and care and cheesiness. It was true if I thought about his face when Muzamil and Zaroon bhai teased him.