I was the best old lady in ancient times

Chapter 143 Understanding
Thinking back to how he was just lying on the horse's back, Ning Pengpeng shook his head quickly, shaking his modern obscene and timid appearance out of his mind.

Looking at Pei Yan's unrestrained and unrestrained appearance, Ning Pengpeng was inexplicably dazzling.

Silently wrote down the matter of riding a horse in the small notebook.

Physical exercise and learning to ride a horse have to be arranged.

"drive……"

Pei Yan took the lead, followed by Wang Dong in the carriage, and Ning Pengpeng and Ning Laosan followed.

It is about 300 miles from Hu County to Mingzhou Prefecture. Although there are villages along the way, most of them are sparsely populated forest wasteland.

Fortunately, there is an official way, at least it doesn't have to be like Anzhen to Huxian, the whole person who bumps the carriage along the way looks like he is riding a tractor.

However, even so, Ning Pengpeng should speak as little as possible, so as not to bite his tongue if he accidentally speaks.

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

It's a pity that Ning Pengpeng stared at the beautiful scenery on both sides for a long time, but he didn't think of a suitable poem.

Facts have proved that she is a person with little culture and no literary talent.

Because Pei Yan was riding a horse, he couldn't see him several times. Wang Dong, who was driving in front, was not worried at all that his master was so good at strolling, and he continued to drive forward at a constant speed.

At noon, Wang Dong hurriedly stopped the carriage and rushed to a flat place beside him, ready to have lunch.

"Hey, where's Mr. Pei's family?"

Ning Pengpeng, who got off the carriage, looked up, but couldn't find Pei Yan, so he immediately asked Wang Dong.

"Master should be exploring the way ahead."

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

Although it is not snowing now, it is still very cold!

After driving the carriage all morning, I lit the fire and boiled some hot water to warm myself.

The water was only half boiled when Ning Pengpeng saw a figure in the distance riding a horse towards them at high speed.

When he got closer, he realized that it was Pei Yan himself and a pheasant in his hand.

When seeing the pheasant, Ning Pengpeng's eyes lit up.

Originally, Pei Yan wanted Wang Dong to pack up the pheasant and roast it for lunch as an extra meal, but seeing Ning Pengpeng's eyes glowing, he thought about it and handed her the pheasant in his hand.

"Will you do it?"

"Don't worry, it's on me. Third child, hurry up and make some mud for me."

Ning Pengpeng patted his heart and promised.

Borrowing Pei Yan's dagger, he carried the pheasant to a stream not far from the official road, and without pulling out the hair, he disemboweled it. Although the contents were a pity, Ning Pengpeng still dug out all of them, except Except for the chicken hearts, gizzards and livers, everything else was lost.

Then cut off the head and two claws, put the chicken heart, gizzard and liver back into the belly, wiped the chicken feathers with Ning Laosanhe's mud, and quickly wrapped the whole pheasant like an oval shape Like a big rock.

"Third brother, dig down in this place."

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

Hearing what his mother said, Ning Lao San dug a hole out, and then Ning Pengpeng stuffed the tightly wrapped pheasant into the hole.

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

"This pheasant is not even plucked, how can I eat it?"

Pei Yan's mouth twitched when he thought of what he had just seen.

I don't know why, Ning Pengpeng's method of making this pheasant reminded him of the pig's large intestine.

I don't know how this old lady Ning came up with such an unbelievable approach?

"Hey, although the feathers of this pheasant have not been plucked, you will know when you open it and look at it when it is ripe.

It's a pity that the road is inconvenient, and many seasonings can't be gathered together. After it's baked, I can only dip a little bit of the seasoning packet I made for the instant noodles before. "

In fact, if there are lotus leaves, you can pluck the hair first, and the chicken can still have the fragrance of lotus leaves.

It's just that it's not summer yet, where can I find lotus leaves?
Therefore, we can only make do with this first.

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

Fill the water bag again, and bake a few more buns and steamed buns.

At this time, the mud ball that was originally wet had already baked under the fire and began to crack.

The fragrance also floated out from the cracked opening and got into everyone's noses.

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

Picking up a small stone on the side and throwing it at the mud ball, the cracked opening that had been baked in the first place soon became bigger and bigger.

Ning Pengpeng clapped his palms, and along the cracked gap, he pawed vigorously, only to see that the hairs that had not been plucked before, were all stuck in the mud and were easily pulled out with Ning Pengpeng's pawing.

The pheasant that has been stripped of mud and chicken feathers exudes a strong aroma.

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

After all, this pheasant was called by him.

The remaining leg naturally belonged to him.

As for Ning Laosan and Wang Dong, it's not that they have no hands, and they want to eat by themselves.

Holding that plump pheasant leg, Ning Pengpeng felt that this pheasant didn't know what to eat, it was no less than the chicken raised at home.

Moreover, it may be because the pheasant is flying and exercising in the mountains and forests.

The chicken thighs are extremely elastic to bite, and the taste is super good.

Originally, Ning Pengpeng thought that Ning Pengpeng would give the other big chicken leg to Ning Lao San. Seeing that his mother was eating the chicken leg, he sadly broke off the pheasant's chicken wings to eat.

With this mouthful, Ning Laosan felt that all the chickens he had spent all these years since he was a child had been eaten for nothing.

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

But this doesn't stop Ning Lao San from sighing, unexpectedly, this chicken is so delicious?
The entrance is soft and delicious, the aroma is tangy, coupled with the unique aroma of chicken, Ning Laosan wants to chew the bones.

Not only did Wang Dong chew, he almost swallowed the bones.

Yesterday he still didn't understand why the young master cared so much about Mrs. Ning, now he was nibbling on the chicken wings in his hand, thinking about the delicious noodle pancakes before.

Wang Dong suddenly understood the deliciousness in his mouth!
Ning Pengpeng only ate a chicken thigh and a steamed bun, so he stopped eating!

The remaining baked steamed buns and steamed buns, as well as the beggar pheasant, were divided among Pei Yan and the three men, and they ate them up.

Pei Yan was even looking forward to whether he needs to run farther next time, and what should he fight?
rabbit?boar?Or a silly roe deer?
I don't know what amazing and memorable food this old lady Ning can cook.

(End of this chapter)