Chapter 24: Chapter 24 Eating Chicken_1 Chapter 24: Chapter 24 Eating Chicken_1 When was the last time they had pheasant?
It had been several years, hadn’t it?
With this thought, he brought the pheasant closer to his nose for another sniff.
Despite its rawness and a slight gamey smell, his mouth involuntarily watered.
Meanwhile, Nan Feng was hauling the rest of their game into the cave dwelling.
In this era, they don’t have fridges, but every household has a cave dwelling, used to store vegetables, fruits, and leftover food, which generally preserved them for a considerable period of time.
Moving the wolf had taken considerable effort, but she managed to get it inside.
After dealing with everything, she washed her hands and headed to the water vat in the courtyard.
The pheasant was already neatly prepared by Nan Quanyou.
Not a feather was left in sight.
Nan Feng couldn’t help but laugh, saying, “Dad, you’ve done a good job cleaning the feathers.
But now it’s my turn.”
Concerned about Nan Feng’s fatigue, Nan Quanyou suggested, “Let me do it?
You’ve been busy all day.
It’s just boiling chicken, not hard labor.”
“Not at all, I should do it.
I make it taste better,” Nan Feng said.
She felt that the locals’ method of boiling food was too bland.
Though not a picky eater, she believed there could be a touch of finesse in cooking.
Pushing Nan Quanyou aside, she finally got the space she needed.
Once the water was boiling, Feng dropped the entire chicken into the pot.
Nan Quanyou asked in confusion, “Why aren’t you cutting it first?”
“Dad, just have some patience.
I’ll cut it once it’s cooked.”
While waiting for the chicken to cook, Feng began to prepare a dipping sauce.
She had harvested some ginger and garlic from the vegetable field a couple of days ago, which came in handy now.
She chopped the ginger and garlic, added a bit of vegetable oil, and the sauce was ready.
With the sauce prepared, she began to slice the cooked chicken.
Swiftly, the whole pheasant was turned into chunks of tender meat.
Looking at the fresh and tempting dish, Nan Quanyou asked, “What’s this dish called?”
“Poached chicken.
It’s the most authentic way to taste the chicken.
Try it, dad,” Nan Feng handed Nan Quanyou a chicken leg.
She deliberately left one chicken leg whole, specifically for him.
“Fengfeng, why are you giving me the entire chicken leg?” Nan Quanyou was a bit embarrassed.
In the village, chicken legs were usually eaten by children.
Feng’s gesture gave him the impression of being treated like a child.
“Dad, just eat it,” she laughed, saying, “try dipping it into the sauce.
It’s scrumptious.”
“Alright, alright,” following Feng’s instructions, Nan Quanyou bit into the chicken leg after dipping it into the sauce.
The meat was smooth, tender, and rich with flavor, with a permeating fragrance of green onions.
He couldn’t help but compliment, “Delicious, delicious!
Fengfeng, where did you learn this?”
“I didn’t formally learn it.
I just thought this could be a way to cook and wanted to try it,” she said, carrying the plate of chicken to the table, “let’s start our meal, dad.
I’m famished.”
Pigging out on an entire pheasant, Feng was full to the brim.
Thankfully, she was lean, and did not have to worry about gaining weight.
Otherwise, she would have felt guilty.
She remembered how she had to skip dinners in her past life just to maintain her figure.
Now she could eat joyfully without reservations.
“Dad,” she said as they ate, “I plan to go to town tomorrow.”
“To town?” Nan Quanyou was surprised again.
“Why?
You’ve never been to the town before.”