Who would cut the Roasted Pig? That was the big question.
All those seated were journalists, experts at concocting stories, churning out gossip, fabricating tales out of thin air, and forcibly padding out their word counts. Most of them couldn't tell dark soy sauce from light, let alone Knifework; as long as they could cut through, that was considered good Knifework.
Reporter Hu looked around; no one dared to volunteer.
"Let's just get a waiter to do it," one of the journalists proposed.
Everyone agreed, and Reporter Hu raised his hand, calling over to Ji Yue, "Waiter, could you please cut the Roasted Pig for us?"
There were two tables of journalists. Ji Yue came over and asked, "Would you like both portions of the Roasted Pig to be cut?"
Reporter Hu looked at the other table; seeing no objections from the other journalists, he nodded, "Yes, both, please."
