novelaction Chapter 123 Mud Chicken
Chapter 123 Mud Chicken
After the old man lit the fire and put the rabbit on the grill, he came over to take a look and saw that the kid had covered the pheasant with mud, turning it into a mud ball.
"..." He opened his mouth and said after a while: "What are you doing?"
"I'm making roast chicken for you." With a hoarse voice like a duck's, Zhou Guo patted the big mud ball, turned it over and over, and saw that every part of the pheasant was covered with mud with an even thickness. He was very satisfied.
The old man: "..." He would not eat such roasted chicken. "I like to eat rabbits. This pheasant is specially hunted for you. It will be good for your health and help you grow. You are just too young now. This chicken is all yours."
Escape in panic, or go roast the rabbit. You have to pay attention to the heat to make sure the rabbit is not burnt.
Zhou Guo took the mud lump to the fire with satisfaction, and built a kiln with mud blocks according to his memory. He started a big fire inside, and when the fire was out and the mud blocks outside were burnt white, he threw the mud lump in, collapsed the kiln and buried himself on the mud lump. He clapped his hands, and then waited quietly.
The old man who watched all this quietly thought: Is this chicken made for people to eat? He would rather believe that it is made for two horses.
The chicken had just been buried and the rabbit was almost ready.
The dagger that could cut iron like mud was given to the old man to cut meat. Zhou Guo took out his own big knife and was about to chop a piece of rabbit leg to eat, but the old man stopped him and said, "Hey, stop it, what are you doing?"
How can you eat roasted rabbit meat? It's like primitive people gnawing on raw meat.
"Chop some meat to eat?" She said innocently, holding up a big knife. "This is all I have." She waved her knife.
"...You, you, you are going to piss me off to death. Don't you have a dagger? Are you so impatient? Can't I cut you first and then cut you?" The old man shook the dagger in his hand, "Wait, put your knife away. Do you still behave like a girl? You look more manly than a man."
Yes, she put her big knife back, waited for the old man to cut off a rabbit leg, took the dagger and cut off a piece of rabbit leg as well.
After searching all night and having nothing to eat, they were both really hungry.
A rabbit leg was eaten in the blink of an eye.
If you look closely, you will find that the two people have the same eating posture. They sit on the stone, cross their legs, bury their heads in the meat and chew it happily. After finishing the meat, they eat the cartilage. After chewing the entire bone from beginning to end, they will not be willing to throw it away.
Each person had a rabbit and they finished it quickly.
But after being busy for so long, this was the first meal of the day, so neither of them was very full.
Zhou Guo sucked his fingers and said to the old man, "Master, it's okay. We still have a chicken. It's quite big. When the chicken is cooked, we can each have half and that'll be enough."
The old man looked at the mud fire, thinking about how his apprentice cooked the chicken, and suddenly felt full. He shook his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it. I'll be full after drinking a few sips of water. You can eat the rest yourself. You have a big appetite, and this chicken may not be enough for you. You don't need to give it to me."
She had no choice but to nod and rub her hands together, and then the chicken would be hers alone.
She waited and waited for a long time. She calculated the time and felt it was about time, so she used a stick to dig out the mud. She found the lump of mud that had been burnt black on the outside, and used the stick to pull it out.
The lumps of mud rolled out from the pile of ashes.
The black dust on his body fell down all the way.
The old man hurriedly raised his foot. Looking at the black lump, it was really hard to imagine that there was a chicken inside!
Zhou Guo pulled the mud lump back, pulled out his big knife, and started to hit it.
I saw the black mud on the outside cracking and falling off piece by piece, and the fallen mud was wrapped with chicken feathers.
Revealing the tender and steaming white chicken inside.
Old man: “???!!!” He stretched his neck and frowned to look inside.
Zhou Guo knocked all the mud apart, took out two large leaves from somewhere, used a dagger to pierce the featherless cooked chicken and placed it on the leaves, then cut it into pieces and spread his palms to the old man, "Master, the salt jar."
The old man handed her the salt shaker as if in a dream.
Zhou Guo sprinkled some salt on it, mixed it, picked up a chicken leg and handed it to him, "Master, here, try it, this is the first time I make roast chicken."
The old man took it, looked at it carefully, and found that there were still some tiny hairs on the chicken, but it had been removed cleanly.
Zhou Guo couldn't wait to start eating. She had not forgotten why she came out this time, and she had to move on after eating.
The pheasant was not marinated with any seasoning and its feathers were not completely removed. It tasted fishy and you could taste the feathers from time to time, like strands of hair. Zhou Guo ate it while spitting out the feathers, enjoying it very much. No matter how bad it tasted, it was still meat.
Apart from these two points, it is generally good. At least it is cooked, has a salty taste, and the meat is not too tough, which is pretty good.
The old man took a bite, frowned, and finished the meal without changing his expression. However, he made up his mind that he would never touch such roast chicken again unless he starved to death or had to flee again.
When Zhou Guo saw that he had finished eating, she hurriedly gave him another piece. The old man was so scared that he waved his hands again and again, saying that he didn't want any more. "You eat, you eat, you eat. I'm full." Afraid that she didn't believe him, he patted his belly to prove that it was very bloated.
Zhou Guo ate the rest of the chicken in one go, drank some water, and while tending to the fire, he said, "Master, it's hard to handle a pheasant shot in the wild. You should shoot a rabbit next time. You don't need to remove the hair from it. You can just peel the skin and roast it. If you cook a pheasant like this, your mouth will be full of hair. I feel like my mouth to my throat is full of hair. It's... Too!"
I spit out a few times with saliva stuck in my throat, but my throat still felt itchy. I drank a few sips of water, tilted my head back and gargled a few times, and then I felt better.
The old man tried to hold back his laughter. "You know your pheasant is not tasty? I thought you couldn't tell. How can you roast a chicken like this? I don't know where you learned this at such a young age."
Zhou Guo said, "... I don't have no sense of taste. I can tell whether it tastes good or not. But it's meat after all. It's for eating. It can fill your stomach and you can't throw it away. In this way, we can eat up all the game you hunted with great difficulty without wasting any of it. Don't you agree?"
What she didn't say was that she was terrified of hunger while fleeing from famine. She didn't have enough to eat every day and her stomach was growling all the time. At this time, as long as she wasn't poisoned, she would eat anything, no matter how delicious it was.
After they finished eating, they rode forward again.
Zhou Guo continued to walk and shout, and his throat was almost bleeding from shouting.