The carriage stopped and Yan Gui jumped off, stretching his arms and kicking his legs. Riding in a carriage was much more difficult than riding a horse.
He reached out and knocked on the car window, and seeing Weiyang's little face peeking out from the window, he said, "Wait in the car for a while, I'll go catch you a pheasant and roast it. Xiongda is not good at cooking, but he's pretty good at roasting. If you don't like it, you can make soup."
"Okay, let's have roast chicken, no need to make soup." Wei Yang nodded through the curtain. In fact, she really wanted to see how pheasants were caught, it must be difficult.
Yan Gui had already turned and walked into the forest. He had broad shoulders and a narrow back. He was different from his brothers and uncles. However, he was her uncle, so they were considered a family. But this uncle was very powerful. He could march, fight, and hunt.
Wei Yang was leaning against the window lattice and looking out when she saw the birds in the forest startled and fluttering into the blue sky. A huge white bird circled around and quickly swooped down. When it flew up again, it actually caught a hare in its claws and spread its wings to fly into the sky.
Was it looking for a place to eat prey? Weiyang’s head was about to stick out of the window, but she didn’t see where the big white bird had flown to.
Yan Gui quickly walked out of the forest, holding two pheasants in his hands and striding towards the carriage.
"Can I see how to roast it?" Wei Yang lifted the curtain and stuck her head out.
Hearing Wei Yang talking, Yan Gui turned around and waved, "Come down."
Fortunately, Wei Yang put on her shoes and tidied her clothes with the help of Konggu and Youlan, and jumped out of the carriage without waiting for them to help her.
She thought it was nothing, but it frightened Konggu and Youlan so much that their faces turned pale and they stole a few glances at the general. Weiyang lifted her skirt and ran to Yan Gui and stood obediently.
"Uncle, did you see a big white bird just now?" Wei Yang looked at the direction of the woods with lingering fear: "I saw a very big one." Perhaps he felt that his description was not clear enough, so he stretched out his hand to gesture.
"That's Xiaoqing, the Saker Falcon I raised."
The white bird is called Xiaoqing? Weiyang looked at Yan Gui with envy. He raised it. Can he borrow it to play with
I'll ask my uncle later, let's learn how to roast a chicken first. Weiyang turned her head and looked at Xiongda who was killing a chicken.
Xiongda chopped off the chicken's head with one knife, and blood splattered far away. Weiyang was so scared that she closed her eyes tightly. But she was curious and secretly squinted one eye to peek.
After using hot water to remove the feathers and gutting the chickens, Xiongda quickly cleaned the two chickens and roasted them on tree branches.
Wei Yang sat by the fire, eager to try, and stretched out her hand, saying, "Can I try? I heard that roasting things with pine branches will produce pine scent. What kind of branches are these? Will the chicken roasted with smelly branches smell bad..."
Questions came one after another, leaving Xiongda speechless and he could only look at the general in embarrassment.
Yan Gui couldn't help but cough lightly and reminded: "Your roast chicken is going to be burnt."
Wei Yang, who was originally curious about the baby's three hundred questions, hurriedly looked at the branch in her hand, which was really about to burn. She was busy trying to turn it over, but she made a mistake in her haste and the roast chicken fell directly into the fire.
Looking at the leaping flames, Wei Yang was in tears. Was this a roasted chicken or just another mess? When Yan Gui reached out to rescue the poor roasted chicken from the fire, it was already black and burnt beyond recognition.
Wei Yang rolled her eyes guiltily, looked at Yan Gui, and explained forcefully: "Kong Gu, please help me peel the skin. I hate eating chicken skin the most. It doesn't look good."
Yan Gui's smile instantly widened, and it took tremendous self-control to keep from laughing out loud.