She had picked some wood ear mushrooms on the mountain before, which could be used to stew pheasant meat with wood ear mushrooms.

Chicken broth is absolutely delicious when used to make noodles.

However, pheasants are very fast runners, so catching them can be quite troublesome.

Gu An'an thought for a moment, "Give me your belt."

belt?

Jiang Mingyi was a little confused, but he still agreed.

He quickly unbuckled his belt, and Gu An'an carefully tore it open and tied it to the small shovel.

He quickly understood what Gu An'an wanted to do.

Pheasants are hard to catch, especially in the mountains. One wrong move and you could fall off a cliff and die.

However, this is a pheasant out looking for food, and it's quite hungry.

Gu An'an offered up the cooled steamed bun, breaking it into small crumbs and scattering them on the snow. Above the crumbs was a basket propped up by an entrenching tool.

As soon as a wild pheasant enters the basket's range, a gentle tug on the belt Jiang Mingyi offered will cause the basket to fall, and the wild pheasant will become their prey.

That's really clever.

Jiang Mingyi couldn't help but glance at Gu An'an again. She was lying there, staring intently at the trap not far away.

She was making "cooing" sounds as a gentle breeze blew by after the blizzard, ruffling the stray hairs from her earlobes.

This reminded the young man of the stray hairs that had brushed against his cheek earlier, and his face instantly turned red.

Gu An'an only caught a glimpse of Jiang Mingyi lowering his head out of the corner of her eye, but didn't think much of it.

She continued to coo, and soon saw the wild pheasant coming this way.

Although the breadcrumbs were white and blended into the color of the snow, they had the taste of carbohydrates.

The pheasant quickly spotted the food and looked around but didn't see anyone.

A flock of chickens immediately started racing, and their speed was much faster than that of a tortoise racing a hare!