Gu Fuying was instantly disheartened, indeed she still hadn't done well.
But luckily, Gu Fuying tended to be carefree and thick-skinned, so her sorrow came and went quickly.
Soon, she was attracted to Xu Ying's Hobo Chicken. She saw Xu Ying pick up a wild chicken and rinse it clean with water.
Xu Ying then stuffed the prepared ingredients from the opening at the tail end of the chicken, and then evenly smeared the chicken skin with salt and a suitable amount of soy sauce.
The highlight was next. Who knew where she got the large leaves from, but she wrapped the wild chicken in the leaves and then covered the leaves in mud.
"Yingying, can we eat this? You're not going to cook the mud, are you?" Gu Fuying's face was a picture of shock, her complex expression beyond description.
"How could we? We're going to roast it," said Xu Ying as she proceeded in this manner, wrapping another Hobo Chicken in mud and preparing it. Then she brought over some wire and several sticks.
