Liu Bei and the others put down their chopsticks. There was no way to keep eating this hot pot!
Zhang Fei was one thing—he lacked the words for it—but Wang Xuan's "pickling"... That was far too specific.
"Pickling? There isn't quite enough time, but we should still braise it for a while. Otherwise, the flavor might not be strong enough." Zhang Fei was entirely focused on his idea. He completely missed the sarcasm in Wang Xuan's words and instead agreed wholeheartedly.
Ugh...
Liu Bei really couldn't take it anymore. He could only rap on the table. "Third Brother, we're eating here! What—what are you even talking about?"
"Not... Big Brother, how can we just focus on eating? We're discussing important military and national affairs here!" Zhang Fei stuck out his neck, looking like he was willing to neglect sleep and food for the sake of work.
Liu Bei let out a deep breath. "Fine. Go on, go on."
"Your important military and national affairs have some pretty strong flavors, don't they?" Wang Xuan complained helplessly.
"Listen to me. Here's what we do: We put the feces into jars, then use catapults to hurl them onto the city walls and into the city. When the jars smash, everything inside will splatter everywhere. Right now, there are a lot of people here, and with the prisoners included, there are two hundred thousand of us. Their feces alone would be enough to fill the base of the city walls. We'll stink them to death! It'll be so foul that no one can stand there. At most two days later, when we attack the city again, we can take it in one fell swoop."
Once he got started, Zhang Fei immediately became eloquent, prattling on without end. After finishing his speech with animated gestures,