"What did you catch? A pheasant? Come, let me pluck its feathers." He walked forward and took the pheasant caught by the two people and went aside to deal with it.
Ning Lang and Duan Ye saw him, glanced at him, but didn't say anything. They lit a fire with branches and set up a rack, ready to roast the chicken later.
The old woman glanced at them and went into the tent first.
After a while, a few pheasants were already roasted on the grill, and Fengjiu and the woman came back.
"Oh? They actually caught a pheasant!" She sat down next to the fire, looking at the pheasant roasting on the grill with greed in her eyes.
"We were originally going to catch rabbits, but they ran too fast and disappeared in a flash. In the end, we caught a few pheasants, which should be enough for one night." Ning Lang said, looking at Feng Jiu and asked, "Are you hungry? I still have some dry food, do you want to fill your stomach first?"
"No, we'll just have roast chicken later." She waved her hand and saw the old woman in the small tent coming out.
"Gentlemen, I'm an old woman and can't be of much help, but I can still cook. How about this! You guys take a rest first, and I'll just watch over the roast chicken." She looked at them with a kind smile.
Hearing this, Song Ming said without thinking: "How can this be done? You are old, you should take a rest! We can take care of these small things, you just sit and wait for us to bake and eat."
Seeing this, the smile on the old woman's lips stiffened a little, but she didn't say anything more. She just nodded and sat down aside.
Feng Jiu smiled and sat down beside them, chatting with Ning Lang and Duan Ye: "I looked around and found a spring not far away. The water there is very sweet. Do you want to get some to drink on the way?"
"We picked some wild fruits when we came back. They are sour and quite appetizing. Here, try some." Ning Lang handed out the small fruit in his hand and distributed the rest to others.
Over there, Song Ming was in charge of roasting the pheasant. The old woman and the woman sat beside him, watching, adding firewood from time to time, and chatting and laughing with Song Ming.
Here, Fengjiu and Duan Ye Ninglang were also talking, and from time to time they kept an eye on the people over there. She wrote the words "act according to circumstances" on the ground with a branch, then erased it, and then used the branch to casually draw on the ground to kill time.
As night fell, the aroma of roasted chicken filled the air. Song Ming called out to them, "It's time to eat. Come over here."
The three of them walked forward, sat down by the fire, took the roasted chicken, ate and chatted. Song Ming sent some food into the small tent to the woman, but he did not come out after entering. Instead, the woman came out.
“Mr. Song said he was a little tired. I saw that he was in better spirits, so I came out and let him rest inside.” The woman said as she came to sit next to Fengjiu.
He only felt a faint fragrance spreading out, and Ning Lang, who was sitting next to Duan Ye, was about to stand up with his head supported, but he fell down.
When Feng Jiu sat down beside the woman, she turned her head slightly to look at her. After seeing Duan Ye and Ning Lang fall down, she frowned: "You..." She also fell down and fell asleep.
After they all fell, the three men stood up. The two women looked at the old woman and said, "Big Sister, didn't you say they were hard to deal with? Look, they still became our prey."