"Oh, right, there's also meat."
After eating another bowl, Scarred Face was not as hungry anymore. He patted his belly, which was as round as a ball, and grinned with satisfaction.
Half of it was because his throat and stomach hurt from the heat, and the other half was because his stomach was content, as was his heart.
He carefully put down the wooden bowl and, stumbling, ran to a jade statue. The statue wore a Flat Heaven Crown, had elegant brows and bright eyes, with flowing robes. It looked both graceful and dignified, but no one knew who carved it. Chen Ping glanced at it and thought it bore at least a seventy or eighty percent resemblance to himself.
After paying his respects, Scarred Face shouted "Long live grandpa" a few times, and in return, he received a large piece of half-fat, half-lean stewed meat.
The meat was from horses that died on the battlefield.
Aside from the dead, at least tens of thousands of horses died as well.
