Based on Gangzi's recent experience catching pheasants, he knew that pheasants were extremely difficult to catch. They couldn't fly very far, but the closer they were to him, the more likely they were to suddenly take flight and catch him off guard when he pounced on them.
Old Guan, imitating Gangzi, scratched the back of his head and said with a smile:
"Some chickens are smart; they'll automatically come back when it's getting dark..."
"What about the chickens that can't run back on their own?"
"These chickens, at night, they go blind. When they go blind, they can't see anything and just stand still, so you can catch them naturally."
Gangzi suddenly realized that, according to this logic, he could just catch pheasants at night.
Gangzi thought he had learned a brilliant trick and was delighted. He walked forward with Lao Guan with a lighter pace.
Continuing forward, we arrived at another room. Upon entering, regardless of how tempting the aroma of chicken wafted towards us was, the unique jars of medicinal wine on the long table were immediately eye-catching.
These wines are all packaged in glass jars, clear and yellowish in color. More importantly, there is a snake of medium size coiled inside, along with a rat and some medicinal herbs. There are three jars of this snake wine. Another jar contains a large centipede, and another contains scorpions, ants, and other insects.
Yunling felt her scalp tingling. She stared at the snake through the glass jar, feeling as if it would pounce out and bite them all at any moment.
Grandma Yun also found it strange. At her age, she had only ever heard people in the village talk about making medicinal wine, and they always actually used medicinal herbs, not this kind of concoction. So she asked, "..."
"Uncle Guan, is this snake not poisonous?"
"Hey, if it weren't poisonous, I wouldn't have caught it. The more poisonous the snake, the more effective it is."
Yunling was not very bold as Gangzi to go up and poke at it. During the famine of the apocalypse, everyone searched for food everywhere, not even letting go of the nooks and crannies. Later, a group of people caught a snake. They knew it was a poisonous snake, but they still hoped to cut it open to remove the poison and fill their stomachs.
But in the end, he was bitten by a venomous snake. The wound was infected by the poisonous air in no time, and the poison spread rapidly. In the end, everyone who had been thinking about the snake died.
Yunling felt a little scared, but seeing that Old Guan was a decent person, she reminded him:
"Uncle Guan, this venomous snake is incredibly resilient. Maybe it...it...it was still alive when you opened the lid. Besides, it looks like you put the snake in alive, so its excrement must have been inside the jar, right?"
Upon hearing Yunling's words, Gangzi immediately took a big step back; this snake wine didn't seem so appealing after all.
Seeing Gangzi's actions, Lao Guan couldn't help but laugh:
"We have two kinds of snake wine. One kind is made by gutting and drying the snake, then soaking it in a jar. The other kind is made by soaking the snake alive, but before putting it in the jar, it has to be kept alive for a few days so that its feces and other excrement won't stay in the jar."
"Also, we don't just soak snakes for one or two years, we soak them for twenty or thirty years. The color of the wine gradually changes from this light and clear color to a deep red or black. That's how it's done."
Yunling understood and nodded to Lao Guan.
The four of them went to the right and walked past several pieces of furniture woven from bamboo. The aroma of chicken became stronger and stronger. They passed through a screen and saw a woman standing in front of a stove cooking. Her skin was neither fair nor dark, and her thin face looked exactly like Lao Guan's.
"This is my wife, Uncle. Have you finished preparing the chicken?"
"It's done, it's done."
As the woman spoke, she took the whole chicken out of the pot. The hot steam rose, and the golden-yellow exterior looked incredibly tender. With a few swift strokes of her knife, like a sharp knife cutting through tangled hemp, the chicken was quickly cut into pieces, with a trace of blood still visible at the cut of the bones.
In Lao Guan's words, the chicken is cooked to perfection, making it the freshest.
"Come on, while it's fresh and piping hot, have a taste. Here are some seasonings: minced garlic with oil, minced ginger with oil, shredded green onions with soy sauce and oil. Add whatever you like."
Old Lady Yun used her polite words again.
"How could I possibly accept this?"
As he spoke, he took the chopsticks that Lao Guan handed him and started picking up food from the bottom of his mouth.
Yunling had no choice but to go along with her mother-in-law's words and say, "That's too much trouble." Then she took the chopsticks and picked up a piece of chicken that didn't show any blood.
Yunling prefers minced garlic, and the minced garlic with hot oil is even more fragrant, spicy, and addictive, so she rubbed it into the garlic sauce without thinking.
Taking a bite of the chicken, the skin is the first thing to hit your taste buds; it's springy and smooth, not at all unpleasant, followed closely by the chicken meat itself.
The chicken is not dry at all; it's very tender and delicate. When combined with the minced garlic sauce, it creates a unique and exquisite taste in your mouth. Even the last bit of bone is sweet and delicious.
Yunling had been thinking about this free-range chicken since last night, and now that she had finally tasted it, she was not disappointed at all. On the contrary, it exceeded her expectations, which made her feel very happy.
"Our chicken is alright, isn't it? If you like it, eat more. Anyway, it's just me and my grandparents, so we won't eat that much."
But Grandma Yun, Yun Ling, and Gangzi all stopped eating at the same time. After all, they weren't very familiar with Lao Guan, and even if they liked the chicken, they couldn't eat it without restraint, lest they give him the impression of being greedy.
Seeing that the three were too reserved, Lao Guan chuckled and said:
"Hey, why don't you try this chicken soup? It's just a simple chicken soup with a few grains of salt, no other seasonings. After you drink this chicken soup, you'll know how good our chicken is."
Old Lady Yun wanted to refuse, but as Lao Guan was speaking, he and his wife had already served three bowls of soup. Under such a warm invitation, she could not refuse and nodded in agreement.
Yunling picked up the soup bowl, and the aroma of chicken instantly wafted into her nose. She took a sip while it was still hot, and the word "fresh" immediately came to mind.
This chicken soup is truly remarkable. Although there are scattered oil droplets floating on the surface, it is not oily at all after you put it in your mouth. Instead, it tastes rich and mellow, and the aftertaste is sweet and fragrant. Well, this chicken is really good.
After the three finished their soup, Old Guan asked with a grin:
"Speaking of which, what brings you three to see me today?"
Yunling was somewhat impressed. This guy didn't even know why they came to see him, yet he treated them so warmly. He really knew how to build good relationships.
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