Huang Tinghui remembers a Cantonese dish called: Grilled Pheasant with Fragrant Bamboo.

The main raw materials are fragrant bamboo and pheasant.

Not far from the thatched house, there are patches of bamboo forest. When Huang Tinghui led the spring water down the mountainside, he used a lot of bamboo.

So there is no shortage of bamboo!

As for the pheasants, I currently have four pheasants in my hand.

In this way, Huang Tinghui can use bamboo and pheasant to make this fragrant bamboo roasted pheasant.

After preparing several sections of fragrant bamboo in advance, Huang Tinghui slaughtered the pheasant and chopped it in half.

I took out some rice from home and carefully packed it in bamboo.

After the pheasants and rice were placed among the fragrant bamboos, Huang Tinghui carried the fragrant bamboos and walked toward the mountain spring.

Turn on the switch, and the mountain spring water flows in the bamboo tube of fragrant bamboo.

The fragrant bamboo was quickly filled with rice, pheasants, salt and mountain spring water.

After doing all this, Huang Tinghui took some bamboo leaves, twisted them into a ball, and stuffed them tightly at the mouth of the bamboo tube.

Not far away, a bonfire was lit early by Huang Tinghui.

Those wooden sticks made bursts of "crackling" sounds under the burning flames.

The fire was quite strong, so Huang Tinghui leaned the bamboo tube against the fire and turned it over.

I don’t know how long it took to bake, but I could smell the aroma coming out of the bamboo tube.

Just at this moment, the little girl came over here carrying a wine bottle.

"Husband, it smells so good!"

The little girl took a greedy breath of the fragrance and said to Huang Tinghui.

"Little greedy cat!"

"You came at the right time. The roasted pheasant cooked by my husband is almost ready."

"Little greedy cat, you will definitely like it!"

Huang Tinghui said to the little girl with a smile.

Hearing Huang Tinghui say this, the little girl rushed over here impatiently.

"My husband's cooking must be the most delicious!" The little girl had already praised it before she even ate it.

"You are so sweet-tongued, how can your husband be so powerful?"

Huang Tinghui gently scratched the little girl's nose and said to the little girl.

"My husband is naturally very powerful!"

"As a wife, isn't it natural for a woman to praise her husband?"

The little girl straightened her body, patted her chest very proudly, and said to Huang Tinghui.

I saw the little girl straightening her body and patting her chest.

Huang Tinghui's gaze was a little off.

This girl, has she been eating too well recently?

I don’t know how the little girl did it?

Could it be that all the nutrients are supplied here?

No, it seems that there are some pieces that have become warped a bit.

Huang Tinghui looked at the little girl's complacent look, and for a moment he tried to think of other places.

It was the little girl's voice that woke up Huang Tinghui and pulled him into reality.

"Husband, is this ready?"

"Can I eat it?"

"Husband... Husband..." The little girl looked up at Huang Tinghui's absent-minded look. She felt a little strange, so she asked twice, "Husband, what are you thinking about?"

"Oh..." Huang Tinghui pulled his mind back, looked at the little girl again, and kept saying: "It's done, it's done!"

"Of course it's ripe!"

Not only is this bamboo-roasted pheasant cooked!

The little girl seems to be familiar with her!

At this time, the little girl looks like the girl next door who has grown up.

The little girl didn't know what Huang Tinghui was thinking at this time. Her eyes were fixed on the bamboo tube.

A picture of a greedy little cat.

Huang Tinghui brought small iron pliers and took out the bamboo tubes from the fire.

After the bamboo tube had cooled down a bit, Huang Tinghui removed all the bamboo leaves stuffed in the bamboo tube.

A scent of pheasant chicken and a refreshing scent of rice came out.

At this time, the fragrance of mangosteen and the freshness of pheasant blend into one.

Mountain countryside style, unique characteristics.

"Lian'er, do you want to try this bamboo-roasted pheasant? Is it delicious?"

Huang Tinghui brought a pair of chopsticks and handed them to the little girl.

"Um!"

The little girl nodded, took out a small piece of chicken with rice from the fragrant bamboo, and handed it to Huang Tinghui.

"Husband, eat first!" the little girl said to Huang Tinghui.

Sure enough, nothing has changed at all!

Think of yourself first before doing anything.

Huang Tinghui smiled, but did not refuse the chicken and rice that the little girl brought over.

Swallow the pheasant meat and rice that smells like chicken and bamboo in one bite.

Huang Tinghui felt as if his tongue was about to melt.

Simply delicious!

“So delicious!”

"Lian'er, there are four bamboo tubes here, let's share them!"

"There are so many, your husband will not go hungry!" Huang Tinghui said to the little girl.

Later, Huang Tinghui took two large porcelain bowls from the kitchen of the thatched house.

The roasted pheasant with fragrant bamboo is too greasy just to eat, so pair it with some rice wine that has a smooth taste.

That is enjoyment.

If someone like Li Bai or Su Dongpo drank two sips of rice wine and had a bite of roasted pheasant with fragrant bamboo under the falling snow.

They will definitely leave many poems.

But Huang Tinghui is different. He is just like a little girl, just a proper rice cook.

What poem to write?

Wouldn't it be nice to have a good time, have a good meal, and have a drink?

"Lian'er, drink some too!"

"Drink some rice wine to warm yourself up!"

The birth of wine is the function of keeping out the cold.

Some nomadic peoples in the north like to drink strong alcohol.

Strong alcohol can warm the body and help them survive this harsh winter.

Therefore, spirits are extremely popular and loved.

However, rice wine is also very popular in the villages in the south of Dasheng.

During the holidays, guests are entertained.

This sip of rice wine is indispensable.

"Lian'er drinks too?"

"Women shouldn't drink..."

The little girl stared at the rice wine that exuded an alluring smell in the porcelain bowl, and she said with some trepidation.

"That's someone else's woman!"
To be continued...