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With a swift stroke, the pig's head fell to the ground!

As the internal organs were completely removed, Chen Man began to swing the butcher knife incessantly.

Separate the foreleg meat step by step, and divide the two ribs and pork belly in half.

Then, following Qi Sheng's instructions, they began to cut the hind leg meat and pork belly into pieces of the corresponding weight.

Just as they finished dividing the parts, Chen Man subconsciously glanced at Yang Xiaoman.

Suddenly, his eyelids twitched, and an invisible pressure surged into his heart.

At this moment, Yang Xiaoman had already taken the lead, stacking the divided hind leg meat and pork belly together, and was using a razor to remove the remaining lean meat from the fan ribs.

"What kind of monster did Butcher Yang give birth to?!"

Seeing this, Chen Man gritted his teeth inwardly; their initial progress was almost the same.

In the end, however, he was still a step too late.

"Since it's already too late, we might as well focus on fulfilling Master Qi's request."

Chen Man took a deep breath and readjusted himself.

"Yang the Butcher has scored the first point!"

A moment later, Qi Sheng's calm and mature voice came to my ears.

It is clear that Yang Xiaoman has completed all the procedures.

He remained unmoved, his eyes fixed only on the chubby meat in front of him and the piece of fan bone.

Half an incense stick later, Chen Man finally finished, and the pig-slaughtering knife in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

"Butcher Chen, you do a very meticulous job."

Hearing Qi Sheng's laughter, Chen Man subconsciously looked up and saw the other man's ambiguous smile.

It was clearly a self-deprecating joke, but he wasn't annoyed. Instead, he cheerfully cupped his hands in a gesture of respect.

"Serving the master naturally requires diligence."

"As for the competition, that's secondary."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yang Xiaoman pursed her lips and said indifferently:

"Being slow doesn't mean you're meticulous."

"Another possibility is that he hasn't mastered the skills."

A flash of anger crossed Chen Man's face, but it quickly dissipated.

"Young butcher Yang, I don't have time to argue with you."

"The outcome of the contest is up to Master Qi!"

After saying that, he bowed to Qi Sheng and said repeatedly:

"We would like to ask Master Qi to be our witness."

Qi Sheng nodded slightly and gestured for the servants who were already prepared to come forward.

Upon arriving at Chen Man's side, they began to weigh themselves one by one.

Not long after, the servant put down the steelyard and asked in surprise:

"Sir, the total weight difference of Butcher Chen is only two taels and one mace."

Upon hearing this, the servants and farmhands who were helping out all exclaimed in surprise.

It's amazing that the difference in weight is so small when you just cut it by hand based on your sense of touch.

No wonder he's a butcher with over ten years of experience!

He truly wielded the knife with divine skill!

Qi Sheng nodded slightly, but his expression didn't change much.

He was well aware of how ruthless Butcher Chen was.

Looking across the entire Sima Town, only his old friend... that is, Yang Xiaoman's father, could surpass Chen Man when he was alive!

"Young Butcher Yang, aren't I pretty good at this?"

Upon receiving this answer, Chen Man grinned smugly and raised an eyebrow at Yang Xiaoman.

"If you admit defeat now, I'll forgo the 100-coin bet!"

He didn't care about the money; getting the butcher's pig-slaughtering knife was the most important thing.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Xiaoman gave him a strange look, then smiled and said:

"He's got little skill, but he's got quite the big mouth!"

Chen Man's smile froze instantly.

"Stubborn to the end..."

Before he could finish speaking, a startled exclamation suddenly came from beside him.

"How is this possible?"

His pupils contracted sharply, and he quickly looked toward the servant who had walked to the other side.

At this moment, on the scale in the other person's hand, there were clearly cut pieces of pork belly and pork leg meat.

Qi Sheng clenched his fists involuntarily, then suddenly felt a tightness behind him.

He looked down and saw that Yang Xiaoning's face was deathly pale, and her delicate little hands were tightly gripping the hem of his clothes.

"Miss Yang's final difference is..."

The servant stood up incredulously and said, word by word:

"Seven qian!"

Chen Man's eyes widened suddenly. "Two? Why aren't there many taels?!"

The servant swallowed hard, then glanced at him subconsciously.

Chen Man caught a glimpse of sympathy in the other person's eyes.

"There aren't two," the servant explained softly, suppressing his fear.

"It only weighed seven qian, less than one liang."

hiss!

In an instant, gasps of astonishment rose and fell in the front yard.

Everyone stared in shock at the small figure in the center of the courtyard, including Qi Sheng.

Although he had considered that Yang Xiaoman's confidence in proposing the bet must mean she had the confidence and ability to defeat Chen Man.

But he never expected that she, at only seven years old, could do this!

He struck faster and more steadily than Chen Man!

"Uncle Qi..." Just then, Yang Xiaoning's weak voice slowly rang out.

Qi Sheng subconsciously looked down.

"Did Sister Xiaoman win or lose?"

She didn't understand anything about seven coins and one ounce; she only cared about whether her little sister Xiaoman would win or lose the bet.

Upon hearing this, Qi Sheng subconsciously looked at Chen Man, who was standing there dumbfounded, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled and patted Yang Xiaoning's head.

"Best of three, we've already won."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoning's eyes widened. "Wow!"

She raised her little pink fist towards the sky, almost jumping three feet high on the spot.

"I knew Xiaoman was the best!"

Her innocent cheers echoed through the front yard.

This also made Chen Man react instantly, subconsciously taking three steps back and shouting hoarsely:

"This, this is impossible!"

His eyes instantly turned bloodshot as he glared fiercely at the Qi family servant not far away.

"Could you be seeing things?!"

Chen Man stepped forward with a butcher knife, causing the latter's face to turn pale.

"Butcher Chen, always accept your losses when you gamble, and don't cause any trouble."

Qi Sheng stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the courtyard, his tone extremely cold.

"If you don't believe me, why don't you take a look for yourself?"

Upon hearing Qi Sheng speak, Chen Man's crimson gaze gradually returned to calm.

With his chest heaving rapidly, he took a deep breath, stepped forward, and, under the horrified gaze of the servant, took the steelyard from him.

The moment I saw the markings on it, my pupils contracted sharply!

It was exactly seven coins more than intended.

Boom!

The steelyard in his hand fell to the ground with a loud thud.

Chen Man stared blankly ahead, unable to speak for a long time.

He couldn't accept that he, with over a decade of experience as a butcher, had lost to a seven-year-old girl!

It wasn't just a narrow defeat, it was an absolute and utter crushing defeat.

He lost to Yang the butcher's daughter in both speed and weight control.

Even if his meticulously shaved fan bone could out-shave his opponent, it was too late to turn the tide in a best-of-three series.

Just then, the servant whose steelyard had been stolen somehow picked up the fan bone that Yang Xiaoman had shaved.

Then, without hesitation, it was tossed to the big yellow dog lying in the corner of the yard. The dog wagged its tail excitedly and sniffed it, but then turned its head away in disgust.

The servant walked over to Chen Man and tossed him the fan bone that he had just shaved.

The big yellow dog had just bent down to sniff it when it picked up the fan bone without hesitation. Then it turned around and excitedly ran back to the corner of the yard, where it began to crunch on it with relish.

Seeing this, Chen Man's eyes twitched slightly, and his hand holding the pig-slaughtering knife suddenly felt powerless.

He would never have imagined this.

A complete loss!