"How about it?"

Lu Fangfang looked at Zhuang Mingcheng with anticipation.

Since arriving in Qilian Mountain, she has eaten a lot of good food, and even tried bear paw once.

But in terms of deliciousness, the snow chicken soup she ate this time was the best.

"Um……"

Zhuang Mingcheng smacked his lips and took another small sip.

After a long pause, he let out a long sigh of relief and nodded in admiration, saying, "Delicious! This soup is truly flavorful; it's no wonder it's made with snow chicken."

"Mingcheng, have you eaten this before?"

"No, these snow chickens live in the mountains. They are timid and wary, and they are not easy to catch. I have only heard about them from others. This is the first time I have eaten them."

As Zhuang Mingcheng spoke, he bent down and plucked a handful of small flowers.

Xiao Hua is really amazing to have caught a snow chicken. This thing is called a chicken, but it can fly. To catch it, you have to catch it by surprise.

"Meow~"

Little Flower tilted her head back, looking very proud.

"Oh...ah..."

Beside them, the little wild donkey, unable to resist its craving, quickly brayed at Zhuang Mingcheng.

Zhuang Mingcheng stroked the little flower, glanced at it, and couldn't help but laugh.

This gluttonous donkey was drooling all over the place; it was truly pathetic.

"Fangfang, quickly pour some snow chicken soup for the little wild donkey. If you don't give it some soon, I think its mouth will be watering."

"That won't do. When we eat at home, we have to see who contributed the most first."

Lu Fangfang got up and took the basins from Xiaohua and the little Tibetan fox.

She lifted the lid, scooped up a spoonful of snow chicken soup, blew on it, and poured it into a bowl.

She also scooped out a few pieces of chicken from the pot and put them in as well.

The snow chicken wasn't big; after gutting and plucking its feathers, it weighed less than two pounds. She turned it over and then scooped out the snow chicken's head and put it into Xiaohua's basin.

This is the snow chicken that Xiaohua caught. It deserves the most credit, so it should eat its head.

The two little ones suppressed their excitement and stared intently at Lu Fangfang.

"Don't rush, let it cool down a bit before you eat, so you don't burn yourself."

It was cold at night, and the soup cooled down quickly after being ladled into the bowl. Only then did Lu Fangfang take the small bowl and place it in front of the two little ones.

"Awoo~"

"Meow~"

Little Flower and Little Tibetan Fox each had a small bowl and excitedly began licking the food.

Little Flower was the happiest of them all. It was enjoying the delicious chicken soup, and its long tail was sticking up.

"Oh...ah..."

The little wild donkey looked at the two of them, its ears drooping down on its head.

It nestled against Lu Fangfang, whimpering pitifully.

"Why are you in such a hurry? It's your turn, I won't forget you."

Lu Fangfang rolled her eyes at it, then scooped up another spoonful of snow chicken soup and poured it into the bowl.

With her arm constantly being nudged by the donkey's head, she was too lazy to let the soup cool down, so she ladled out the chicken soup and put it on the ground.

The little wild donkey, drooling, approached.

It wasn't stupid; the chicken soup was still very hot, and even with the donkey's head right in the pot, it didn't dare to take a bite.

Following Lu Fangfang's example, it blew air into the chicken soup with all its might.

The aroma of the snow chicken soup was so enticing that it made its mouth water.

"Little wild donkey, look at the way you're eating! Can't you wait a bit?"

Lu Fangfang was disgusted; it was like she was eating her own saliva.

She told Zhuang Mingcheng to wash his hands, then picked up the pot and went into the inner room.

She took two bowls from the cupboard, filled them with chicken soup, and placed them on the table.

She plopped down, took a spoon, took a sip, and exclaimed, "It's delicious!"

She picked up her chopsticks, grabbed a piece of snow chicken, and put it in her mouth.

Hmm...

She chewed a few times, and then her eyes lit up.

The meat of this snow chicken tastes just as good as snow chicken soup. It has no fishy smell at all, but is tender, smooth and delicious, even better than rabbit meat and argali meat.

"Mingcheng, try it, this meat is delicious."

Across from him, Zhuang Mingcheng picked up a piece of snow chicken, tasted it, and couldn't help but nod in agreement.

Not only is the snow chicken meat delicious, but the yellow mushrooms inside are also excellent. Especially when paired with the snow chicken meat, they add even more flavor. It truly deserves to be called a treasure of Qilian.

"Mingcheng, do you think we can raise these snow chickens ourselves?"

As Lu Fangfang drank the snow chicken soup, she began to think about raising snow chickens again.

These snow chickens are so delicious! If she could raise a few, she could eat them anytime, anywhere.

"These things are hard to raise, aren't they?"

Zhuang Mingcheng looked at his wife and then changed his mind, saying, "But if you want to raise it, it might actually work out. You can try it if you have the chance in the future."

Her husband can even keep snow leopards and Tibetan foxes, and he also has a gluttonous Tibetan wild ass.

Even a small snow chicken can succeed.

Across from her, Lu Fangfang nodded; she thought the same thing and would give it a try if the opportunity arose.

Just then, Xiaohua came in after finishing her chicken.

She beckoned Little Flower over. "Little Flower, if you encounter a snow chicken again next time, please don't kill it."

“Bring it back, and we’ll raise it well so our family can eat snow chicken often in the future.”

Little Flower tilted her head and looked at her.

"A live snow chicken, we want it alive."

Lu Fangfang didn't know if Xiaohua understood.

She spoke and gestured until Xiaohua called out, and only then did she feel relieved.

Xiao Hua alone won't be enough. She thought that when she had time in the future, she would go up the mountain and set some snares to see if she could catch a snow chicken.

Great snow chickens are difficult to raise, so she started by incubating their eggs, since it was convenient to have a farm.

She picked up her chopsticks and began to eat the snow chicken meat with great concentration.

Half a pot of snow chicken soup, along with mushrooms and snow chicken meat, was completely devoured by the family. Even the chicken bones ended up in the little Tibetan fox's belly.

After the meal, Lu Fangfang washed the dishes.

When she took the basin to the yard to pour water, she found that the little wild donkey was still licking the basin, which was so clean that it looked like it had been washed.

It licked not only its own bowl, but also the food bowls of the little flower and the little Tibetan fox.

"Oh...ah..."

Seeing Lu Fangfang come out, it looked up and barked again.

"You big glutton, it's all gone, all eaten up, it's no use calling out to you."

Lu Fangfang looked down at the water used for washing pots and dishes, and then simply poured it into its basin.

The little wild donkey didn't seem to mind; it wagged its tail and lowered its head to drink again.

The water used to wash the pots still carried a hint of the savory flavor of snow chicken soup, which it drank with great satisfaction.

Seeing this, Lu Fangfang smiled and shook her head. From now on, the dishwater at home would have a place to go; it could be given to the little wild donkey to drink, thus saving it from waste.