Maybe it was because of the good luck brought by the little girl Zhuang Hongye. Feng Lin took her around the mountain for a while, and they really found a chicken.

Feng Lin often wanders around the woods, just to meet the chickens that were free from the stock, but they all returned in vain.

Today, I took Zhuang Hongye and I just planned to go around the forest. Anyway, it's still early to dinner time, so I didn't get any results after a walk. Then I went to the village to find someone to buy one.

Unexpectedly, I was so lucky this time that I had just wandered around for a while and then I was met by them.

He picked up the stick used to alert the snake in his hand, and Feng Lin rushed over to the chicken.

Zhuang Hongye also ran behind, and the little girl was so excited that she kept shouting.

When the first episode of "Year" was aired, she saw Feng Lin and Liang Yi catch a chicken while picking mushrooms on TV, and she was so envious. She hoped that it was her own. She didn't expect that there was such a chance now.

The chickens in the forest were stocked for a while and they were all thinner, but they ran faster.

"Be careful and run slowly." After saying that, Feng Lin chased the chicken with a stick.

Zhuang Hongye didn't listen to him, so he picked up the stick in his hand and ran with him, shouting while running.

"Stop that chicken."

"Don't catch me, I'll bake you later."

The style of a middle-aged girl is completely different from Zhuang Hongye in the past.

However, her physical strength is not as good as Feng Lin after all. She was so tired after running for more than fifty meters that she had to slow down and look at Feng Lin's back in front of her.

The chicken ran very fast. Feng Lin was almost running and died. He saw the chicken stopping on a bush. He probably was tired of running.

Most of the domestic chickens have poor physical strength, and they often run thirty or forty meters and exhaust themselves. This chicken that has been stocked in the mountains for a period of time is so capable of running, which is completely beyond Feng Lin's expectation.

Carrying a stick, he sucked at the chicken squatting on the bushes.

The chicken felt the danger, so she raised her strength and kicked her feet hard, and flew to the side with her wings "puffed" flapping.

Feng Lin rushed over with a stick.

After so many times, the chicken probably was exhausted and stopped jumping. It was hit by Feng Lin with a stick and fainted.

Feng Lin and the chicken spent a lot of time on this small area, and Zhuang Hongye had already followed.

Seeing the chicken being blown away by Feng Lin, the little girl became excited again.

"Brother Feng Lin, let me do it."

"Ding thud", Zhuang Hongye ran over and jumped.

Grasp the chicken's feet with one hand and lift the fainted chicken upside down.

"Brother Feng Lin, I've caught it."

The look of smugness seemed to have caught the chicken.

If this little girl had to do it herself, let alone catch the chicken, I would be afraid that the chicken would not be able to see the chicken's butt.

"It's amazing. I didn't expect that you are so physically strong, sister." Feng Lin praised perfunctorily.

Zhuang Hongye felt that Feng Lin had made contributions to catching this chicken, and it was not easy for him to take credit for it alone. He said shyly: "It depends on Brother Feng Lin's help, otherwise I wouldn't have caught it so easily. If you hadn't followed it all the time, maybe they would have let it run away."

"What?" Feng Lin's eyes widened.

Sister, why are you talking so unconscience-free?

I finally caught it up, and then pulled it away with another stick. You just picked it up. Why did it become what you caught? I knocked it out, but why did it become just a follow-up skill?

"Well, that's it." Zhuang Hongye nodded affirmatively.

"Just like it." Feng Lin looked desperate.

What about that kind-hearted and obedient sister? How come she has become like this now? She has learned the magical skill of self-hypnosis.

Zhuang Hongye was in a happy mood. He held a chicken in one hand and supported the ground with a wooden stick in the other. He walked briskly towards the mountain, and hummed a song in a low voice while walking.

Feng Lin followed behind and heard the little girl humming her song "Fireworks are easy to cold".

After playing in the mountains for a while, it was getting late when I got home.

Zhuang Hongye's mother probably knew that the little girl ran to Feng Lin to play, so she never came to find her.

Feng Lin killed the chicken, pulled out the feathers, opened the belly, took out all the internal organs, cleaned them and stuffed them back.

Spread the seasonings that have been served evenly on the chicken, then stuff the star anise, tangerine peel, cinnamon and other spices into the chicken's stomach, pick the two large lotus leaves that were washed on the way back, and wrap the whole chicken.

"Let's go out and get begging for the beggar."

Zhuang Hongye glanced at the chicken wrapped in lotus leaves, swallowed his saliva, and followed Feng Lin happily towards the field.

Feng Lin came to the riverside, dug some soft mud to wrap the lotus leaves, and put them on the ground.

Let Zhuang Hongye find some dry firewood and dry grass nearby and lay it in the pit that he had just dug.

When the fire burns strong, Feng Lin throws the chicken wrapped in soft mud into the pit ignited by dry firewood and dry grass, and then throws all the dry firewood on the side into the pit.

"Okay, wait until the fire is finished, and you can eat it after a while."

Zhuang Hongye stared at the fire and couldn't help swallowing again, "Is this possible to eat?"

Although I have seen Feng Lin do it this time, I still think it is very simple.

It’s incredible that you can make such delicious chicken with just a little roast.

A beggar chicken is a typical type that can be read and done with nothing.

It seems like I cleaned the chicken, put it in seasoning, pack lotus leaves, wrap it in soft slurry, throw it to the fire and it's done.

In fact, there are some considerations about what seasoning to put, how much to marinate, how long it takes to make it taste good, how thick the soft slurry wrapped around lotus leaves, how long it takes to burn in the fire, and how long it lasts to stuff.

Seasoning, marinating time, heat, and everything needs to be controlled well in order to achieve the best taste.

In some places, beggar chickens are simple and crude. After killing the chicken, the internal organs will not be removed or the feathers will not be pulled out. They will be wrapped in soil and thrown into the fire. They are called the original flavor.

Feng Lin is not used to this method. The original flavor is the original flavor, but the fishy smell is difficult to remove. Although the chicken feathers will be removed as the mud shell peels off, the chicken is not marinated and processed, making it difficult to taste. If the internal organs are not processed, the fishy smell is unbearable. Just thinking about it, the things wrapped in the internal organs are also difficult to make people feel appetite.

Looking at the burning fire, Feng Lin always felt that something was missing.

Suddenly, he had an idea and patted Zhuang Hongye on the shoulder and said, "You are watching the fire here, I'll find some good things to come back."

Although Zhuang Hongye was curious about what Feng Lin was going to do, he still looked at the fire obediently. Compared with the temptation in the fire, what could those curiosity be counted?

Before the fire was extinguished, Feng Lin came back, holding a package of green leaves in his hand.

In order to facilitate sitting, Feng Lin spread a lot of hay, leaves and other things next to the fire. As soon as he came back, he sat next to the fire and untied the package tied into green leaves.

Zhuang Hongye curiously turned his head over to see what Feng Lin brought back.

"Ah! This is taro. Where did it come from?" Zhuang Hongye exclaimed.

Feng Lin looked around mysteriously, lowered his voice and said, "Speak quietly, this is stolen from Uncle Huang San."

"Ah!" Zhuang Hongye exclaimed, then covered her mouth with her little hands, looked around and saw that there was no one, and then said in a low voice: "What did you steal back?"

Feng Lin whispered: "Yes, how can you eat beggar chicken without roasted taro? The taro you stole will taste delicious if you eat it."

The small taro is called taro in Feng Lin. You can tell from the name that it means.

Zhuang Hongye opened her eyes wide and looked at Feng Lin with disbelief.

I didn’t expect you to be like this Brother Feng Lin, but why did I feel so exciting!

Well, a good girl is going to be a bad girl who is being led by someone. If Zhuang Hongye’s mother knows, she won’t know if she will fight to Feng Lin.

In fact, Feng Lin was just teasing Zhuang Hongye. He dug up these taros to greet Huang San from the village.
Chapter completed!