When Cheng Baidong got off work, Xiao Zhuque still hadn't returned.

Fang Qiao couldn't sit still any longer and urged Cheng Baidong to quickly grab a flashlight and go out to look for it.

Seeing Cheng Baidong sitting still, she got angry: "Why are you still sitting there? Hurry up and go out to look for him! What if someone catches you if you're too late?"

Nowadays, people are very poor and can't afford meat. There are many families who hope to catch a bird to improve their diet.

Cheng Baidong said helplessly, "Wife, that's a divine bird that knows magic. You can have some faith in it."

"Even if it's a divine bird, it's still a chick that's less than a month old, still a little baby."

Fang Qiao thought of the fire-starting spell that Little Vermilion Bird had performed for her last time. The little flame was on its last legs, so weak that it seemed like a gust of wind could blow it out. What difference was there between having such a spell and not having one?

Thinking about it this way, Fang Qiao became even more worried.

She picked up a thick coat from the floor-standing clothes rack, put it on, grabbed a flashlight, and said angrily, "If you won't go look for it, I will."

Cheng Baidong naturally wouldn't stand idly by and let Fang Qiao go find it herself. She got up and took the flashlight from her hand. "Alright, alright, don't be angry. I'll go find it."

Fang Qiao: "Let's do it together, there's strength in numbers."

"No need, I can go by myself." Cheng Bodong pressed her shoulders and made her sit down in a chair: "It's dark outside, you stay at home and don't make me worry."

As the two were struggling, a charred object suddenly fell from mid-air and landed in the yard with a 'thud'.

Fang Qiao heard the noise and turned to look outside: "What was that sound?"

"Something fell from the sky." Cheng Bodong got up and walked outside. "I'll go take a look."

"I'll go too."

The two walked out of the main room one after the other. Before they could get close to the charred object, they saw the little Vermilion Bird flap its wings with difficulty and fly down from the sky in a crooked manner.

"Oh, I'm exhausted."

It landed on the square table in the yard, lay down on it, spread its wings to the side, and the whole bird lay there like the Chinese character "大" (big), completely lacking any of the demeanor of a divine bird.

"Where did you go? Why are you back so late and so tired?" Fang Qiao asked with concern.

"I went out hunting."

The little Vermilion Bird flipped over and stood up from the square table, pointing with its wing at the black, unidentified object in the yard: "Look, the pheasant I caught! Isn't it amazing!"

Fang Qiao's brow twitched, and she suddenly didn't know how to start speaking: "..."

If you hadn't told me, I really wouldn't have realized that the charred, unidentified object was a pheasant!

Perhaps because Fang Qiao's expression was truly indescribable, Little Vermilion Bird explained somewhat awkwardly, "Well, pheasants are not easy to catch, so I lit a fire to set it on fire. I didn't expect the spiritual fire to burn so well; it burned the pheasant in one go."

Fang Qiao was speechless: "..."

That's like having a key hanging on your forehead—it's eye-opening!

Little Zhuque exclaimed "Oh dear!" and tried to save face, saying, "Pretty sister, don't be fooled by the charred exterior. Only the feathers and a layer of skin were burned. The meat inside is still fine. I checked!"

"Hmm, let me see." Fang Qiao walked over, picked up the charred pheasant from the ground, peeled off the charred skin, and sure enough, the meat inside was still pretty good, not burnt black, and was considered half-cooked.

"Really?" She reached out and patted the little red sparrow's head, praising, "It's already amazing that you caught a pheasant on your first hunt. You'll definitely be even better next time!"

Little Vermilion Bird was very pleased with Fang Qiao's praise. It rubbed against her palm and puffed out its bird chest: "Yes! I'm still not very skilled at releasing the spirit fire this time, and I had some difficulty controlling it. I'll definitely be better next time!"

"Then keep it up next time, I believe in you!" Fang Qiao said with a smile.

The next extra meal is ready.

Little Vermilion Bird was still immersed in the praise and nodded repeatedly, "Mmm."

"Let's go play with Tian Tian and An An! We'll have extra meat for dinner tonight!"

After coaxing the little red bird, Fang Qiao took the half-cooked roasted pheasant to the kitchen, washed off the charred outer layer, cut it into pieces, stir-fried it until golden brown on both sides, and then stewed it in a pot with seasonings and water.

This pheasant was quite large; the chicken meat alone filled almost half a pot of stew.

After simmering for half an hour, Fang Qiao added some potato chunks cut into rolling pieces and then steamed a ring of cornbread around the edge of the pot, making a large pot full.

In the past, this big pot could feed the family for at least two or three meals. But after the arrival of Little Zhuque, with its appetite, it's only enough for one meal.

As expected, Fang Qiao and his group ate a third of the food, and Little Zhuque finished off the rest.

After eating wild vegetables and cornbread for several days, the little red sparrow was overjoyed to finally have a decent meal. As it crawled into the nest Fang Qiao had prepared for it in a corner of the main room to sleep, it was already planning to catch another pheasant for its next meal.

Little did it know, it had already fallen into a trap set by Fang Qiao with sweet words.

In response, Fang Qiao said: All it takes is a few sweet words and compliments to achieve a life of eating meat every day like a god. She's definitely made a profit this time, she's won big!

Little Zhuque has settled down at Fang Qiao's house, and Wang Yun and Gao Ping's wedding room is almost ready.

The courtyard has been tidied up and looks brand new. The walls have been painted so white they almost reflect light, the windows are sparkling clean, and brand new furniture has been moved in and arranged neatly according to the layout. It looks like a new house for a wedding. Now, all that's missing is for the newlywed couple to move in.

Wang Yun sent Fang Qiao an invitation: "Xiao Qiao, Gao Ping and I have set a wedding date for next Sunday. This time, it's your turn to come to my wedding banquet, my great matchmaker."

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