Chapter 33: Chapter 33 Roast Chicken Roast Duck
When Nian Shutong returned, she saw two human-shaped Big Birds.
By the creek, one tall and one short, one was Rubble covered with light brown and some colorful chicken feathers, while the other was Fu Yunhe wrapped in white fluff.
Nian Shutong first stopped in her tracks and silently inquired of Daodao.
“Daodao, how do you remove feathers?”
She didn’t know either, as she usually used a Spell, or she ate large animals and didn’t have the time to pluck their feathers. She would simply split them open and pick out some good meat.
Daodao immediately found the knowledge about feather removal for Nian Shutong, and after reviewing it, she walked to the edge of the creek with a look of disgust on her face.
“Are you two planning to pluck until tomorrow?”
Rubble, covered in feathers, spoke first, saying pitifully, “Ms. Nian Shutong, Rubble needs about three days of plucking. Please wait patiently.”
Nian Shutong really rolled her eyes. Why did she even ask Rubble?
“Fu Yunhe! Boil some hot water, scald them first, and then remove the feathers. Once the big feathers are plucked out, then take a torch and burn off the down.”
Fu Yunhe, who was focused on plucking feathers, exhaled, and several strands of fluff on his face drifted away.
“You know how to do this?”
Nian Shutong said mysteriously, with her hands behind her back and facing away from them, “I just happen to know a little bit more than you do.”
Nian Shutong walked into the small wooden house with an air of superiority. As soon as she entered, facing away where no one could see, she immediately crouched down, clutching her stomach.
The pain was secondary; the key point was the sheer embarrassment! To be chased off by a mere bird was a great disgrace.
Cultivation, more cultivation, and even more cultivation. Once she became powerful, Nian Shutong would go back and settle the score!
Meanwhile, outside, Fu Yunhe obediently got up and started heating some water. Once the water boiled, he scalded the duck he was holding.
After scalding it sufficiently, Fu Yunhe began plucking the feathers.
“Hmm? This really works!” Fu Yunhe glanced towards the direction of the small wooden house; this Nian Shutong was full of secrets.
He didn’t look any further and continued plucking.
Almost done, suddenly there was another chicken in the basin.
“I’m afraid of scalding,” said Rubble, stepping back quite a few paces.
Fu Yunhe really wanted to curse someone, but if he didn’t get it done before Nian Shutong came out, it would be even more troublesome.
He resignedly began to de-feather the chicken and, once finished, brought out a torch to burn off the down.
As the down began to burn, a fragrant smell wafted out, slightly intoxicating.
Meat was something Fu Yunhe had only eaten once or twice, either boiled or, well, boiled. He knew it had a “special” flavor.
The meat he had eaten came from animals carefully raised by grand families, toxin-free; wild animals from outside would not only be toxic, but also not tasty.
Fu Yunhe looked at the chicken in his hands, wondering why just burning some down could make it smell so enticing?
As the aroma spread, Nian Shutong finished her cultivation and stepped outside.
Before coming out, she had already obtained knowledge from Daodao and learned how to cook it; acting like a master was all about the act.
One must seem to know, even more so if one doesn’t.
Considering she had no spices, she could only roast it simply.
Nian Shutong constructed a rack and threaded the chicken and duck onto a stick; she sat at one end, starting to rotate the stick.
As the stick turned, the chicken and duck rotated, their white skins slowly reddening, turning a deep red, with droplets of fat sizzling as they fell into the fire.
“Master, that’s about enough! Don’t roast it anymore!”
Nian Shutong listened to Daodao’s instructions, turning when told to turn, stopping when told to stop.
Hearing Daodao’s words, Nian Shutong immediately ceased her actions, pretending to understand, she leaned forward to inspect carefully, although she had no idea what she was looking at.
Nian Shutong nodded as if sure and said, “It’s done.”