Red feathers flew all around, and multicolored tail feathers had been taken to make shuttlecocks; while Shen Cang was roasting the pheasant, Little Taotie was joyfully playing with Big Black and Little Black at the entrance to the Ancient Castle.
Watching the entire process, Hua Jinyan asked, "Are you sure it's edible?"
By now, the "Pheasant" had been plucked, revealing skin red as if dyed.
Shen Cang calmly asked, "Have you ever eaten black-bone chicken?"
Hua Jinyan pursed his lips. He had indeed eaten it, under whose dark skin lay delicious white meat.
"The concept is the same, just that the skin is a bit red. Once cooked, the inside will turn white and be very tender and fresh."
Before Hua Jinyan could respond, an exhausted Little Taotie, who had tired of kicking the shuttlecock, came in wiping her sweat.
Seeing the red-skinned pheasant on the chopping board, she swallowed her saliva.
Hua Jinyan remarked, "You have an appetite for something that looks like this?"
