The King of Han had pig's head today.
Staring at the roasted suckling pig on the plate, Tang Wan, who had once personally fed, cared for, and devotedly protected the creature, couldn't help but involuntarily drool with sadness.
"Brother Zhu, you died so fragrantly."
While eating and crying, Tang Wan had no choice; back in the day, she was punished for setting the scholar's wooden hut on fire during her alchemy research and was forced to raise pigs. She raised that Brother Breeding Pig for a full three years and had grown attached to it. Who would have thought that upon seeing it again a few years later, it would be on the plate.
On the side, Zhou Li looked at the crispy roast pork on the plate, his dragon-faced smile struggling to maintain composure, barely able to hide his amusement.
What is this? A post-war settlement?
