Recalling that he was almost lying on horseback at the beginning, Ning Pengpeng quickly shook his head and shook his modern obscene and timid appearance out of his mind.

Looking at Pei Yan's dog-like and chic appearance, Ning Peng was inexplicably a little dazzling.

silently wrote down the horseback riding in a small notebook.

Exercising and learning to ride a horse have to be arranged.

"Driving ......"

Pei Yan took the lead, Wang Dong followed with the carriage, and Ning Pengpeng and Ning Lao followed the third palace.

It is about 300 miles from Huxian County to Mingzhou Prefecture, and although there are villages along the way, most of them are sparsely populated wooded wastelands.

Fortunately, there is an official road, at least there is no need to be like Anzhen to Huxian, and the whole person who is bumpy all the way in the carriage seems to be riding a tractor.

However, even so, Ning Pengpeng opened as little as he could, so as not to bite his tongue accidentally as soon as he spoke.

If you are not in such a hurry, walk slowly, and the scenery on both sides of this official road is also good.

It's a pity that Ning Pengpeng looked at the beautiful scenery on both sides for a long time, and didn't think of a suitable verse.

It turns out that she is a person with little culture and no literary cells.

Because Pei Yan was riding a horse, he couldn't see his figure several times, and Wang Dong, who was driving in front, was not in a hurry that his master was so good at this, and still drove forward at a uniform speed.

At noon, Wang Dong called for the carriage to stop, rushed to a flat place on the side, and prepared for lunch.

"Hey, where is Pei Dongjia?"

Ning Pengpeng, who got out of the carriage, looked up, but didn't find Pei Yan's figure, and immediately asked Wang Dong.

"The master should be exploring the way ahead."

Wang Dong didn't say much, but after saying this, he shut up, went around to check, and picked up some firewood by the way.

It's not snowing anymore, but it's still cold!

I drove the carriage all morning, lit a fire, boiled some hot water, and warmed my body.

The water was only halfway boiled, and Ning Peng Peng saw a figure riding a horse in the distance and coming towards them quickly.

waited a little closer, and saw clearly that it was Pei Yan himself, and a pheasant in his hand.

When he saw the pheasant, Ning Pengpeng's eyes lit up suddenly.

Originally, Pei Yan wanted Wang Dong to clean up the pheasant, and roasted it at noon as a meal, but seeing Ning Pengpeng's glowing eyes, he thought about it and handed the pheasant in his hand to her.

"Will you do it?"

"Don't worry, it's on me. Third, hurry up and give me the mud. ”

Ning Peng patted his heart and reassured.

borrowed Pei Yan's dagger, carried the pheasant to the stream not far from this official road, and did not pull out the hair directly, and disemboweled, although the contents were a pity, but Ning Pengpeng still dug them all out, except for the chicken heart and chicken gizzard and chicken liver, everything else was lost.

Then cut off the head and two paws, stuffed the chicken heart and gizzard into the stomach again, and smeared the outside of the chicken feathers with Ning Lao Sanhe's mud, and soon directly wrapped the whole pheasant like a big oval stone.

"Third child, in this place, dig down."

Ning Peng pointed to the place under the fire, which was the hottest.

When Ning Laosan heard his mother's words, he dug a pit with a snort, and Ning Pengpeng stuffed the tightly wrapped pheasant into the pit.

Moreover, he also pulled the fire burning above into the pit a few times.

"This pheasant has not even plucked its feathers, how can I eat it?"

Pei Yan thought of what he had just seen, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

I don't know why, Ning Pengpeng's pheasant practice, he thought of the pig's large intestine.

This kind of unbelievable practice, I don't know how this Mrs. Ning came up with it?

"Hey, although this pheasant feather hasn't been plucked, when it's ripe, open it and look at it, you'll know.

It's a pity that the road is inconvenient, and many seasonings can't be prepared, so when it's baked, I can only eat a little bit of the seasoning package I used to match for the instant noodles. ”

In fact, if there are lotus leaves, then you can pluck the feathers first, and the chicken can also carry the fragrance of lotus leaves.

It's just that it's not summer yet, where can I find lotus leaves?

So, that's the only way to make do with it.

The water on the fire boiled, and the big guy drank hot water to warm up first.

I filled the water bag and baked a few steamed buns and steamed buns.

At this time, the wet mud balls had been roasted under the fire and began to crack.

The scent wafted out of the cracked hole and into everyone's noses.

Ning Pengpeng took the wooden stick, poked at the mud ball, turned over, and continued to roast for a while before pulling it out.

Pick up a small stone on the side and smash it at the mud ball, and soon the cracked hole that was already roasted was smashed bigger and bigger.

Ning Pengpeng clapped his palms, and pulled hard along the cracked gap, only to see that the hairs that had not been plucked were all stained in the mud and easily pulled out as Ning Pengpeng pulled.

The pheasant, which has been stripped of mud and chicken feathers, exudes a rich aroma.

Ning Pengpeng took out the seasoning package of instant noodles, sprinkled some on it, then broke off a leg and handed it to Pei Yan.

After all, he had called the pheasant.

The remaining leg naturally belongs to you.

As for Ning Laosan and Wang Dong, they are not handsless, and they want to eat their own pickpockets.

Holding the fat pheasant legs, Ning Pengpeng felt that this pheasant didn't know what to eat, and it was no less than the chicken he raised.

Moreover, it may be because this pheasant is flying everywhere in the mountains and forests, and it is moving.

This chicken thigh is extremely elastic and tastes super good.

Ning Laosan, who originally thought that Ning Pengpeng would give another big chicken leg to herself, saw that her mother was gnawing on the chicken leg herself, so she sadly broke the chicken wings of the pheasant to eat.

With this mouthful, Ning Laosan felt that the chickens he had eaten all the years since he was a child seemed to have been eaten in vain.

Of course, since he was a child, he has never eaten chicken a few times.

But this did not prevent Ning Laosan from sighing, I didn't expect this chicken to be so delicious?

The entrance is soft and delicious, the aroma is tangy, and the unique aroma of chicken makes Ning Laosan want to chew all the bones.

Wang Dong not only chewed, but almost swallowed the bone.

Yesterday, he didn't understand why the young master cared so much about this old lady Ning, and now he gnawed on the chicken wings in his hand, thinking about the fragrant and terrible dough cake before.

The deliciousness in his mouth made Wang Dong suddenly understand!

Ning Pengpeng only gnawed a chicken thigh, ate a steamed bun, and stopped eating!

The remaining roasted steamed buns and steamed buns, as well as the one called the flower pheasant, were divided by Pei Yan and the three men, and then they were eaten cleanly.

Pei Yan was even looking forward to it, next time he needed to run farther, and then what would he do?

Rabbit? Wild boar? Or is it a stupid roe deer?

I don't know what amazing and memorable food this Mrs. Ning can make.