Feng Jiuli nodded, "I'll remember that, Sister."
Madam Feng at the side nodded with a look of learning, "Mother also remembered it."
Feng Jiuyan smiled and said, "Just remember it. Let's start eating."
After saying that, Feng Jiuyan opened the lid of the pot.
The aroma from the pot became stronger, floating in the air, making people salivate.
Feng Jiuyan scooped a bowl of soup for Madam Feng and Feng Jiuli respectively, and finally scooped a bowl for herself.
She took a sip of the soup first. The soup base was thick, with the sweetness of wild rabbit and the deliciousness of wild mushrooms. It was delicious.
Feng Jiuyan couldn't wait to take a bite of the rabbit meat. The rabbit meat was tender and smooth, and the wild mushrooms tasted delicious. She chewed and exhaled, and she was reluctant to spit it out even if it burned her mouth.
Madam Feng and Feng Jiuli also sighed quietly, "It's really delicious. The rabbit is delicious, and the wild mushrooms are delicious too!"
Feng Jiuyan's family of three drank the soup happily. Feng Jiuyan took out two black steamed buns from his bag and gave them to the two of them.
Madam Feng and Feng Jiuli were still shocked when they got it.
Why are the steamed buns distributed by the exile team so soft?
The two of them took a bite with surprise.
Hey, it's not only soft, but also doesn't make your throat ache. And it seems to have a milky aroma?
The two remembered what Feng Jiu had just said, suppressed their doubts, and happily ate their steamed bread and soup.
They both thought: Who cares, as long as it doesn’t kill anyone and it tastes good.
Feng Jiuyan looked at the two people's reactions with great satisfaction. They were indeed teachable.
In fact, this was a steamed bun she took out from the space. Its shape and color were no different from those distributed to the exile team, but it contained a mystery.
When she had some free time, she made the steamed buns in space using her mind, referring to the steamed buns distributed by the officials.
The reason why it is black is that it is made from a mixture of black rice, fine noodles, milk, etc.
The other prisoners were also eating their own cooked meals with great enthusiasm. Some were grilled fish, some were hares and pheasants, but the food they cooked did not seem as delicious as the one made by Feng Jiuyan's family.
After finishing their meal and clearing away the pots and pans, Feng Jiuyan and his family of three hugged their bags and sat down against a tree to take a nap.
Suddenly, there was a commotion among the crowd.
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