When was the last time they had pheasant?
It had been several years, hadn't it?
With this thought, he brought the pheasant closer to his nose for another sniff. Despite its rawness and a slight gamey smell, his mouth involuntarily watered.
Meanwhile, Nan Feng was hauling the rest of their game into the cave dwelling.
In this era, they don't have fridges, but every household has a cave dwelling, used to store vegetables, fruits, and leftover food, which generally preserved them for a considerable period of time.
Moving the wolf had taken considerable effort, but she managed to get it inside.
After dealing with everything, she washed her hands and headed to the water vat in the courtyard.
The pheasant was already neatly prepared by Nan Quanyou. Not a feather was left in sight.
Nan Feng couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Dad, you've done a good job cleaning the feathers. But now it's my turn."