In her past and present life, Feng Qingxue had eaten wild rabbit meat, but never wild boar.
Back in their rural hometown, every harvest season, the uncles and brothers in their family would finish their work, and oftentimes at night, they would ride thin, lengthy motorbikes and set their thin, long hunting dogs loose to catch rabbits and wild chickens in the mountains and fields.
They didn't make a fuss about it, and if they caught more wild chickens and rabbits than they could eat, they offered the surplus to their neighbors for a taste.
Wild rabbit meat was tender, and wild chicken was solid; the taste was genuinely good with a wild flavor.
But, Feng Qingxue did hear elders in her family talking about hunting wild boars when they were young. An elder who was older than her grandfather had a disability in his left leg due to a wild boar's attack.