Chapter 958 (2/2)

Ye Fan couldn't help but stop and walked over. He couldn't feel the man's accomplishments. He was dressed in a simple blue gray shirt and light brown linen pants. He was not like a hunter in the mountains.

The man was thirty or forty years old. His facial features were elegant and elegant. He had only a little scurf on his face. His only outfit was a blue cloth bag that was slung across his shoulder.

Seeing ye fan appear, the middle-aged man blinked and then asked with a smile, ”little brother, are you also here to fight pheasants?”

”I'm just passing by,” Ye Fan replied, glancing at the three pheasants already tied on the ground and saying, ”the harvest is good. How did you get it?”

”Hey, practice makes perfect. If you throw a stone, you can hit it.” the man said with a smile, ”did you eat, little brother? How about the roast chicken I'll make later

Ye Fan really wants to eat it. It's more delicious than the dishes cooked in the big pot of Shushan pie.

”Only three, a little less, I'll go and fight a few more,” said Ye Fan.

When the man heard it, he nodded, ”OK, can you fight? There's no need to wait too long.

Ye Fan said with a smile: ”you kill the chicken and pluck the hair first. I will come when I go.”

For ye fan, it was no effort to catch a few pheasants. After a while, he caught three more and returned to the mountainside.

”So you have these things in your cloth bag?”

Ye Fan saw that the middle-aged man was killing chickens on the other side of the stream. What he took out of his cloth bag was a small kitchen knife and scissors, as well as several jars. He looked at spices like salt and pepper.

”Ha ha, I like to eat. I don't take anything else when I go out. I just need to take the guy to eat.” the man stretched out his hand to Ye Fan. ”Little brother, the chicken is very fat. Come on, I'll kill it together.”.

Ye Fan gave the chicken to him, left two by himself, and said, ”I'll kill two too. Speed up.”.”You can kill chickens? Hey hey, you are so young, not many people can kill chickens, ”said the man.

Ye Fan shrugged, ”don't mention killing chickens. I'll kill pigs, sheep, cattle, etc After all, the meat is fresh and delicious if you kill it now.

”Yes, yes, that's right. That's the reason. I think the frozen meat doesn't taste very good now. I'd better grab some game and kill it to make it delicious.” the man thought.

Ye Fan still felt that this guy was a little strange and asked, ”where are you from, brother? This place is so remote that ordinary people don't come. ”.

The man laughed and turned around and said, ”my hometown is in Kunlun mountain. It's a desolate place. When my wife left early, I'll walk around alone. Anyway, I can't die of hunger outside.”.

”Oh...” Although Ye Fan still thinks that this person is very strange, but it is useless to ask more questions, so he did not ask more.

Soon, after killing the chicken, they cleaned up the chicken's internal organs.

”Hey, this chicken heart, chicken liver, chicken gizzard, are all good things, string in string, sprinkle with salt and pepper, roasted first can eat,” the man said with a cheerful smile.

Ye Fan also had this intention and asked, ”what are you going to do with chicken?”

The man pointed to the seasoning he had brought, and said, ”I'll sprinkle salt first, marinate the meat a little, then string it, put it on the stove, turn and roast at the same time, and then sprinkle pepper and fennel powder when it's almost finished.”.

Ye Fan thought for a while and said, ”this pheasant is not as fishy as the chickens raised. I'm afraid these condiments are not enough.”.

”Oh It's reasonable, ”the man said with some annoyance:” it's a pity that you didn't bring ginger garlic with you... ”

”I have a way”, Ye Fan thought of what, a slap, way: ”you wait for me, I go to come back.”.