Yue Feng returned home the next evening under the weight of a hefty parcel, the scent of raw meat clinging to its wrapping. He set it on the table with a thud.
“I saw Old Zhao,” he explained. “He had plenty of wild buffalo left over. No one was buying, and he couldn't possibly eat it all himself, so I took the lot.”
Liu Ruyan set to work at once, soaking the deep red cuts to draw out the blood. Afterwards, she massaged the meat with a blend of
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