On the shore of Cang Lake, in front of the wooden cabin.
The wild boar, which had been as large as three men, was now just a pile of white bones.
Having eaten and drunk his fill, Big Beard was leaning against a small willow tree, picking his teeth with a bone shard of unknown material. It looked like the tooth of some great wolf demon.
Bai Yuan watched the small tree, which looked as if it was about to snap under Big Beard's weight, and decided he had to do something.
"Senior, there are three ways to prepare this pork."
Hearing Bai Yuan's words, Big Beard was immediately intrigued.
"What three ways?"
"Pan-frying, roasting, and stewing."
"If we're talking about methods, there are far more than three. There must be a hundred ways."
Big Beard grinned, but he was also captivated by Bai Yuan's words and let the strained little willow tree behind him off the hook.
