Furthermore, analyzing from the perspective of the bet, I still have the advantage.
The bear meat was cut by me, without any distinctive features, and the old man also mentioned that it would be even harder to specify the species.
It looks like I have a greater chance of winning.
"So, what do you say, will you gamble?" The old man, noticing Chen Yang's interest, immediately smiled and pressed on.
Chen Yang glanced at the old beggar and made up his mind, "Gamble, speaking of betting, I haven't lost yet."
"Hehe, alright, it's a deal then." The old beggar chuckled.
Seeing his reaction, Chen Yang couldn't help but feel like he was being tricked somehow.
"What do you think this meat is? What species?" Seeing the old beggar just observing the meat in his hands without saying a word, Chen Yang prompted.
The old beggar pretended to ponder, twitching his nose twice, then smugly said, "If I'm not mistaken, this should be bear meat, frost bear meat!"
