Chapter 135

The battle ended with a resounding victory for Chaodong and the triumph of the people. Everyone was in high spirits, and even Grandpa Shun, who rarely drank, indulged in a few cups. Fengfeng got thoroughly, uncharacteristically drunk—something that had never happened before in his entire life. People stuffed themselves until their bellies were round. The lean meat, in particular, was devoured with such enthusiasm during the gout-defying feast that it seemed as though every last scrap would be finished. Like true food bloggers, they left not a single piece of pork belly behind, wiping the platters clean. Shi Potian made a rare trip to the kitchen to prepare a hearty meat dish for everyone. He handled a catty and a half of fatty pork with effortless skill, neatly separating the bones and meat and placing them aside without getting a single drop of blood on himself. With his miraculous knife skills and profound internal energy, he cleanly butchered the pig into distinct slabs and cuts.