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  At the mention of delicious food, Yuan Wulang's eyes lit up instantly.

  Chui Rong's craftsmanship had already been tasted by him, and the same ingredients in her hands could always produce an extraordinary flavor.

  The way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

  His wife was extraordinary, ruthless, accurate and fast, one hit and his taste buds were immediately conquered by her "simple" spicy beef, from then on he couldn't get enough.

  She has the ability to turn decay into magic, he doesn't question it at all, deeply convinced.

  All there is here in this desolate wilderness are these two pheasants.

  A clever woman cannot cook without rice; no matter how good her cooking skills are, can she still make a dish out of nothing?

  But seeing her confident appearance, he couldn't help but look forward to it, maybe there will be a wonderful surprise!

  At this moment of enjoying delicious food, Cui Ling temporarily set aside that strange emotion in her heart and fully entered the cooking mode.

  She bluntly ordered the mustachioed man, "First pluck out its hair, clean up its internal organs, and wash it several times with snow water."

  Yuan Wulang's hands and feet moved quickly, and before long, he had finished dealing with the pheasant.

  He carried things in, "Then roast them on the fire, right?"

  Goro thought to himself, isn't this just ordinary roasted chicken? He didn't know what was special about it, and why she was so confident.

  Cui Ying shook her head, "It's not that simple."

  She took the pheasant from Yuan Wulang, "You go outside to find some wider leaves first, and then bring in some wet mud. This pheasant, I'll take care of it."

  Actually, real Beggar's Chicken is made without plucking the feathers.

  Wrapped in a thick layer of wet mud, it is roasted over an open flame until the mud cracks and falls off, revealing the cooked chicken inside.

  But this practice is only seen in novels and biographies. The beggar chickens in real life are not doing so.

  Modern people pay attention to hygiene and emphasize the health of their diet. The chicken feathers must be completely removed, and the internal organs must also be removed. Before roasting, it is necessary to go through a marinating process, which not only removes the fishy smell but also makes it more flavorful.

  Then wrap it in lotus leaves for several layers, cover with wet mud on the outside and put it in the oven.

  But there was neither lotus leaf nor pickled vegetables. It's even more impossible to have an oven, so Cui Ying could only spread her imaginative wings and improvise freely.

  Taking advantage of Yuan Wulang's absence while he was out playing with mud, she secretly took out two white jade bottles from her bosom and gave them a sly smile.

  No mistake, for top-level foodies in ancient times, carrying seasonings with them is a must-do process, at home, on the go. Even when taking a walk, with a bottle in hand, I have delicious food, and nothing to worry about!

  These two small bottles contain salt and chili sauce respectively.

  With these two things, how can this dish of Cui's chicken be bad?

  The rest is just a matter of timing!

  Cui Ling carefully applied the salt and pepper evenly to the pheasant meat, while the chili sauce was not in a hurry to be put down, it could be used as a dip later.

  Put the seasoned pheasant aside, which is also a way of pickling.

  After Yuan Wulang brought over some leaves and mud, she carefully wrapped the chicken's body tightly with the leaves.

  Then a thick layer of mud is applied, and it's placed over the bonfire, slowly, evenly, rotating the mountain chicken, starting the long and eagerly anticipated roasting journey.

  The cold winter mountain ridge, the sparkling bonfire dispels the severe winter, and the stone cave is warmed like spring.

  Cui Ling and Yuan Wulang sat on the ground, their eyes fixed intently on the Jiuhuashan chicken as it slowly released its enticing aroma.

  In the air, besides fragrance, there is also ambiguity.

  Because they had to work together to roast the mountain chicken, the two people had no choice but to sit very close.

  A lonely man and a widow, living together in the same house, one is passionate like fire, the other's heart is also stirring with spring feelings, as they simmer, the atmosphere inevitably becomes mixed with fiery emotions.

  As the bearded man got closer and closer to her, Cui Ying subtly shifted to the side.

  Her heart was racing like a little deer, she didn't dislike it at all, but rather enjoyed this kind of intimacy, which felt very natural and effortless.

  There was even a moment when she thought, why not indulge herself this once!

  As long as I stick to my own duties towards Yuan Wulang and quietly savor this sweet feeling in my heart, it shouldn't be a sin.

  But in the next second, she fell deeply into regret, self-blame and guilt again.

  Even if Yuan Wulang no longer meets her expectations, since they are already engaged, shouldn't she have some sense of contractual obligation?

  She went through great difficulties to come to the northwest border, in order to improve her relationship with Yuan Wulang, not to elope!

  Think of the harmonious and beautiful family in General Guo's mansion in Shengjing City!

  Miss her grandmother who loved her dearly, tolerate her sisters-in-law and lovely little nephews!

  Think of her planned spicy restaurant and that whole boatload of peppers!

  What a magnificent dream of being a rice weevil for life!

  How could she let Yuan Wulang wear a green hat? Even if it's just spiritual, how can she bear the shame!

  Yuan Wulang saw Cui Ying's face, which was full of joy just now, suddenly turned gloomy, and couldn't help but ask with concern, "Is something uncomfortable?"

  Choi Yong hastily shook his head, "No, I'm fine."

  She thought for a moment and said with some hesitation, "This time I'm grateful for your rescue, but I don't know your name, so I can repay you in the future."

  Yuan Wulang was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "My surname is Yuan, my single name is Jun. You can just call me Ah Jun from now on."

  Since we have already gone through life and death together, why is it still necessary to hide one's surname?

  He could feel that Cui Ying also had a good impression of him, unlike the cold and distant attitude she had shown in the bridal chamber before.

  This is a good change, and he wants more than this.

  So he decided to be honest about his name.

  The fifth son of General Zhen Guo, named Yuan Jun, is a well-known fact in the entire city of Shengjing.

  He thought that as long as he mentioned Yuan Hong's great name, with this girl's little cleverness, she would definitely be able to guess who he was.

  At that time, if she was shocked and resentful, he would let her be. After all, they were in a remote wilderness, just the two of them, and she couldn't run anywhere. This misunderstanding would eventually be cleared up slowly.

  But Cui Ling's reaction made him deeply disappointed.

  Cui Ling always felt that the name Yuan Jun sounded familiar, but where had she heard it before?

  Many soldiers in the Yuan family army were not descendants of the Yuan family of the Town National General Mansion, but they also followed the surname Yuan, so she did not suspect.

  It's just that this name sounds familiar.

  With suspicion and exploration, her eyes kept sizing up Yuan Wulang's face.

  Sisters all say that Wu Lang has fair and handsome skin. He was born looking almost exactly like his deceased grandmother, with a slightly feminine appearance.

  The sisters also said that Wu Lang loves beauty. He attaches great importance to his appearance and dressing, and has always been a fashion icon among the noble young masters of Shengjing City.

  So, despite the last glimmer of hope in his heart, Cui Ying couldn't help but stare at this man with a full beard and messy hair, who was dressed carelessly. He looked nothing like the legendary Yuan Wulang.

  Otherwise, if she mistakenly recognized her husband, why didn't he protest? Why didn't he refute the effeminate tone?

  Didn't Lian Yu's brother correct her?

  This just shows that this little desire in her heart is the biggest illusion.

  She was slightly disappointed.

  But after disappointment, I became even more clear-headed.

  Cui Ling took another step to the side, her expression had already calmed down and became cold and quiet. "Oh, it's actually Young Master Yuan. Once we safely return to Muzhou City, I will definitely tell my husband about your bravery in saving me. When rewards are given based on merit, yours will not be lessened."

  These words were spoken with great courtesy and politeness, but they sounded like thunderclaps in Yuan Wulang's ears.

  After being stunned for a long time, he finally came to his senses and thoroughly understood that he was just a puppet with no status in his wife's heart.

  How dare she marry into the Yuan family without even knowing his name!

  Yuan Jia's fifth son was named Yuan Jun. This is something that everyone in Shengjing City knows, and you can figure it out if you just pay a little attention.

  Even if no one informed her in advance, the wedding notice was written clearly and she could remember it even if she just took a glance.

  Even if you can't remember it, at least there should be some impression.

  But looking at Cui Rong's bewildered expression, it was clear that she had no idea what her husband's name was.

  She wouldn't think Yuan Jialang's name is just Yuan Wulang, would she?!

  Yuan Wulang was so angry that his teeth itched, and he heard Cui Ling's slightly hesitant and exploratory question, "I don't know where you're from, do you have a family, are you married, do you have children at home?"

  A surge of nameless anger rose to his chest, and he replied in a stiff tone, "Shengjing people, already married, but not yet born with children."

  "That head also brought a few more curious questions, 'Oh? Looking at your young age, didn't you get married not long ago and come to the northwest to fight? Then your wife is really not easy, if you have time, you should write more letters back home, otherwise, she will worry.'"

  Yuan Wulang thought to himself, his wife would be delighted if he weren't at home, how could she possibly miss him?

  Not easy?

  She is enjoying a life of ease and comfort in Shengjing City, with no one having it easier than her!

  He was very annoyed in his heart, if it wasn't for the tempting aroma of the Beggar's Chicken in his hand, and considering the time was almost up for it to be done, he really couldn't stay by her side for a moment.

  He would rather stay outside in the cold mountain wind to clear his mind, to relieve the endless sorrow and suffocation in his heart, than continue this sad topic with her here.

  Cui Ying's mood gradually calmed down.

  She originally thought that the mustachioed man was willing to sacrifice himself for her, and at least had some good feelings towards her.

  His closely following footsteps and his relentless gaze betrayed his concerns.

  But now it seems that all of this was just her own self-indulgent fantasy, and they simply had a sense of mission!

  The bearded man has a wife and children, how can he have good feelings for someone he just met a few times? Moreover, she is the wife of his superior!

  She was extremely annoyed, if there were a hole in the ground at this moment, she would really crawl into it to hide and resolutely not see this masculine face again.

  At this time, a faint horseshoe sound came from outside the stone cave, accompanied by urgent calls of "Madam, Wu Tie's sister, Fifth Aunt".

  Her eyes lit up and she stood up excitedly, finally someone has found this place!

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  I'm too tired today, just one more, I'll add more later!!!