Chapter 159 - Roast Beggars Chicken (2/2)

Parker looked at the river outside the house and asked, perplexed, “Why do you need mud? Do you apes… eat mud?”

Bai Qingqing couldn’t hold back a smile with her lips pursed. “No, I’m just using it. Help me dig a goop of clean mud. Don’t get the watery mud.”

“Alright.” Parker went out as he was told. The skirt around his waist was wet again. Bai Qingqing wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

While Parker was gone, Bai Qingqing smeared condiments and salt on the bird’s stomach. As the exterior of the bird was covered with fine hairs, she didn’t add any condiments to that. Next, she poured the bamboo rice into the stone bowl and mixed in some seasonings, before cracking an egg into it. After mixing evenly, she filled the bird’s stomach with the mixture.

Curtis smiled slightly and stroked Bai Qingqing’s head indulgently. “Playful.”

Bai Qingqing looked up at Curtis defiantly and said in a serious manner, “I’m cooking very seriously.”

Curtis stroked Bai Qingqing’s head again.

Parker came back with the mud. Bai Qingqing excitedly grabbed a handful of mud and smeared it on the bird’s body.

“Qingqing, don’t!” Parker’s hands were filled with mud, so he couldn’t stop her. Looking at the food that had now turned filthy, he sighed. “Aren’t you most afraid of filth?”

“Nothing to be afraid of. There are hairs on the outside.” Bai Qingqing smeared another goop of mud on the puffed-up stomach of the bird as she spoke. Shortly after, a bird was enveloped in the mud.

That’s right, Bai Qingqing was making a dish called Beggar’s Chicken.

Although she had never made it before, she had seen it on the television. When the chief of the Beggars’ Sect made it, he didn’t remove the hairs either and simply smeared it with mud before roasting it. It turned out delicious nonetheless.

Surely her preparation wasn’t inferior to that of a beggar? It wouldn’t turn out too terrible, right? Even if she failed, so long as the bird’s stomach wasn’t made filthy, the rice inside would now have the aroma of meat, so it was bound to taste yummy.

Bai Qingqing buried the mud-covered bird firmly under the firewood. As the pearl oyster mushrooms couldn’t be left for too long, Bai Qingqing asked Parker to pour clear water into the stone pot, to make a pot of soup from the eggs, mushroom, and fungus. Finally, she stir-fried the eggs with some spinach.