Pointing Out a Clear Road

The three of them looked at the bones by Ji Yuan's feet. That appetite was absurdly enormous. This was no small piglet—after the bones were removed, there had to have been dozens of pounds of meat left. Even accounting for how roasting shrank it, it was still no small amount, while the three of them together had eaten less than ten pounds at most.

Then they looked at Ji Yuan's barely noticeable belly and found it even more ridiculous. Still, the man closest to Ji Yuan hurriedly said,

"Er, haha, as long as sir can eat, that's good. The meat was roasted to be eaten anyway."

The man tending the roast, clearly their leader, beat the young people beside him to the punch and pointed straight at the wild boar on the rack.

"Right, right, as long as sir can eat, that's good! Oh, there's still an untouched front leg here. If sir can eat it, please help yourself!"

There was still a pig's head, a front leg, and a spine with bits of meat attached on the rack where the boar had been tied. Ji Yuan could still eat, but after consuming most of such a large wild boar, even he could be said to have eaten his fill. Smiling, he shook his head.

"Ji has eaten most heartily already. It has been a long time since I last ate like this. Many thanks to the three of you for your hospitality!"

As he spoke with a smile, Ji Yuan flicked his hand, sending all the grease on it flying to the ground. Not a trace of grime or oil remained on his hands or beneath his nails. Then he reached Inside Sleeve and took out two pieces of broken silver.

"How is this cooked wild boar meat sold?"