He held the roasted chicken and looked at the young man who was rummaging in the medicine basket. He vaguely saw her tear open a net and grab a pheasant from it.
"Hey, Brother Lu, please let them take care of it. We can roast it and serve it to me." Fengjiu handed the flapping pheasant to Lu Jiming who was standing beside her.
Lu Jiming glanced at Fengjiu, then took it and handed it to the people behind him, telling them to deal with it.
An old man in gray came forward, took a look into the basket, and asked, "You put the pheasant in there, so the herbs inside must have been trampled to pieces, right?"
Faintly, he saw some messy herbs and a black net. Due to the dim light at night, he couldn't tell what herbs were inside. As for the black net, he ignored it as an ordinary net.
"It's okay, they're just some ordinary herbs. They can still be used after washing and drying. Besides, I plan to take them to the city to sell. Even if they don't look very good, they will still be worth some money." She smiled and said as she sorted the things in the basket and then put the basket behind her.
"Uncle, come here, just give it to me. I can heat it up and eat it." She pointed to the roast chicken with only one left.
"Here." Master Lu handed it to him. After he opened it, he inserted branches into it and roasted it over the fire. He said, "Otherwise, forget it. Let them roast something hot. It will taste better."
Fengjiu flipped the sticks with the roasted chicken in her hands and said, "No, no, I'll just eat this."
Seeing this, Mr. Lu didn't say anything more. However, when Fengjiu heated the roasted chicken in her hand, the aroma came out, and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva: "Your roasted chicken smells delicious!"
"You have to have this skill if you live in the mountains, otherwise you won't be able to eat good food." Feng Jiu said with a smile, looking at Master Lu next to her, and said, "This is what I have eaten, so I won't share it with you. I'll help you roast the pheasant after I finish eating!"
"Haha, okay." Mr. Lu nodded in response.
So, after Fengjiu finished eating, she took the processed pheasant and started to roast it. When she was about to add seasoning to the pheasant, a man shouted, "What did you add!" and then warily tried to snatch the seasoning bottle from her hand.
Fengjiu narrowed her eyes, and with the branch in her other hand she pulled directly at the man's outstretched hand. There was a whoosh sound, and the man gasped.
"hiss!"
The man instinctively pulled his hand back and stared at Fengjiu with his tiger eyes. He stretched out his hand again and saw a red mark on the back of his hand. He became even more angry: "How dare you hit me!" He clenched his hand into a fist and was about to swing it towards Fengjiu.
"presumptuous!"
Mr. Lu next to him shouted in a deep voice, with a sense of pressure from a superior in his voice, which shocked the man's heart and made his eardrums hurt. He involuntarily withdrew his hand, lowered his head, and took a step back.
Master Lu glanced at them fiercely and lectured them, "You are becoming more and more unruly! Why don't you retreat!"
"Yes." The man glared at Fengjiu angrily, then lowered his head and walked away.
"Brother Feng, don't be surprised. They are just worried about my health." He said with a smile, looking deeply at the young man next to him, who was a little surprised that he had just hit his accompanying bodyguard.