Xu Chongshan handed the task of butchering the pig over to Leng Yuan, giving him a suspicious look.
"You're not upset anymore?"
'The guy who looked so annoyed just a moment ago is suddenly in a good mood?'
Leng Yuan glanced at him. "Your cuts are a mess."
Xu Chongshan: …
'Ugly or not, it's all going to be eaten. What does it matter?'
Annoyed that he was blocking his line of sight, Leng Yuan spoke bluntly.
"Move. You're blocking my view."
Looking completely bewildered, Xu Chongshan took a few steps to the side. When he turned back, he saw Gu Jiaojiao standing not far away, looking in their direction.
Seeing that he had moved aside, Leng Yuan picked up a piece of pork and glanced at the ration slip. With a single, clean slice, he cut the meat and tossed it onto the scale. The person next to him checked the weight—it was perfect.
"Next."
Leng Yuan's knife skills were famously precise in the village; he always got the amount right in a single cut.
