Chapter 159

Parker went out with the mushroom in his hand and came into the room with a short winged bird drenched in soup.

"Qingqing give me a hand. The bird won't eat it." Parker put the bowl on the ground, grabbed the bird's neck and snapped its beak.

Bai Qingqing was cruel, but he immediately came to Parker's side, picked up a mushroom, blew it, and forced it into the short winged bird's throat.

The short winged bird cried sadly for a long time.

It took a long time for the two men to let the bird eat a few mushrooms, when Curtis finally came back to deal with the food.

Bai Qingqing felt bad when he saw the short winged bird brought back by Curtis. After Curtis had gone so long, the short winged bird brought back was covered with fluff. In other words, how to pluck the feathers?

Please forgive the ignorance of a novice kitchen. Bai Qingqing saw that his mother had made chickens many times. However, when he bought them from the market, he killed them. He didn't need to kill them at all.

Curtis, the short winged bird, has plucked the feathers, but only the thick feathers, and many small fluffy hairs. Bai Qingqing also went to pull it out for a while. She broke the skin of the bird, but the hair couldn't be pulled out. She finally gave up.

She dare not eat such a hot pot made of birds. Take off the skin of a bird? But she likes to eat chewy chicken skin best. What's the taste of grilled chicken skin?

Curtis looked at the stone pot and said to Bai Qingqing, "if you don't want to eat it, you don't need to eat it. I'll make you other dishes. The rice is cooked."

Parker also said, "it can't be cooked or roasted. Let's eat roasted birds."

Bai Qingqing listened to Parker's words, suddenly her eyes brightened and she clapped him excitedly on the shoulder. "You're so smart. You can't cook it. There are other ways to eat it."

Parker flicked his tail smugly. "I'll bake."

"No, no, no, you can help me dig some mud by the river." Bai Qingqing said.

Parker looked at the river outside and said, "what do you want mud for? You apes Eating mud? "

Bai Qingqing couldn't help but chuckle, "no, just use it. You can dig a clean mud for me. It's not too thin. "

"All right." Parker walked out obediently. The hide on his waist was wet again. Bai Qingqing could not stop it.

Bai Qingqing took advantage of Parker's time to spread seasoning and salt on the bird's abdomen. The bird was covered with fluff outside, so she didn't put seasoning. Then pour the bamboo tube rice into the stone bowl, mix the ingredients, beat an egg into it, mix well and then fill it into the bird's stomach.

Curtis smiled softly, rubbed Bai Qingqing's head fondly, "for fun."

Bai Qingqing looked up at Curtis and said seriously, "I'm cooking seriously."

Curtis rubbed his head again.

Parker came back with mud, and Bai Qingqing happily grabbed a handful of mud and pasted it on the bird.

"Qingqing, don't!" Parker, holding mud in his hands, couldn't stop it. Looking at the dirty food, he sighed, "aren't you afraid of being dirty?"

"I'm not afraid. There's fur outside." Bai Qingqing then put mud on the bird with bulging abdomen. Before long, a bird was wrapped in mud.

Yes, Bai Qingqing is making chicken.

Although she hasn't done it, she has seen it in the TV series. Hong Qigong does not pluck the feathers when he roasts the grouse. It's not as delicious.

She is better prepared than a beggar. She should not be too bad. Even if it fails, as long as the bird's belly is not dirty and the rice in it has meat taste, it must be delicious.

The mud covered with birds was buried in firewood by Bai Qingqing. The mushroom can't be put for a long time. Bai Qingqing asked Parker to change the water in the stone pot, boil a pot of bird egg and mushroom soup, and finally fry an egg and spinach.