If it weren't for the pig in front still silently bleeding, Lun Chuan would have almost laughed at the sentence—
Well, he might not be used to it, but not to the point of being afraid, right?
But seeing the serious and concerned look in Song Tan's eyes, he paused slightly and still tried to overturn the image of himself as Princess Pea:
"When I was young, I lived in an urban village, very close to the market. My mom didn't have time to take care of me, so I spent the whole day there."
Seeing Song Tan listening intently, he spoke in more detail:
"Pig slaughtering was rare, but the market started very early. Sometimes, when the street was still covered in fog, you could see the butcher smoothly cutting open an entire pig."
The knife cutting the meat, like sliding through silk. Watching for a long time wouldn't cause fear, but would inspire a kind of inexplicable awe.
