"What did you catch? Pheasants? Come on, I'll do the plucking. ' He came forward to take the pheasant that they brought in and stepped aside to deal with it.
Ning Lang and Duan Ye glanced at him without saying anything. They lit the fire with tree branches and put up a rack to roast the pheasants.
The old woman took a look at them and then came to their small tent.
After some time passed, several pheasants had been put on the rack to roast. Over there, Feng Jiu and the woman returned.
"Oh? What a surprise, you caught pheasants!" She sat down by the fire and watched the pheasants being roasted on the fire rack, looking ravenous.
"We were going to catch rabbits, but they ran so fast and disappeared in an instant. Finally, we caught some pheasants. These should be enough for one night." Ning Lang explained, then asked Feng Jiu. "Are you hungry? I still have some food. Do you want to pad your stomach with it first?"
