crucial point, Yi Yun used a clean coarse cloth to wrap the pheasant. He then poured large amounts of salt into the pot, and buried the pheasant in it. After completely covering the pheasant, he sealed the pot and began steaming it.
The fat elder looked at Yi Yun with suspicion. He used so much salt and wrapped up the pheasant? Won’t it be super salty!?
Have the poor kids of this tribe not eaten salt?
Even if they lacked salt, it wasn’t meant to be eaten this way. It was a speechless turn of events. The fat older scoffed at the kid’s eccentricity.
He carried on eating his roasted pheasant, but Lin Xintong had stopped eating and watching the pot Yi Yun had placed above the fire with curiosity.
Slowly, the pot began to emit a fragrance. The fragrance was not obvious. If these people were not martial artists with keen senses, they would not have smelled it.
Could something with such a light scent be delicious?
The fat elder had already finished his roasted pheasant, and began licking his thick and short fingers. At this moment, Yi Yun opened the pot, and used a ladle to brush away the hot salt, and took out the pheasant.
A savory salt-baked pheasant was completed.
The moment the salt seal was broken, a fresh savory smell was emitted, making Yi Yun ready to eat.
Yi Yun was surprised that he was able to prepare the meal to his fullest capabilities. Of course, the main reason was the pheasant which was full of energy within its meat. It was much better than the bred chickens on Earth.
And the wine, which was brewed from some treasure. Just some yeast and a few hundred years was enough to create the ambrosia of the gods.
With the two combined, Yi Yun was able to produce a salt-baked pheasant of quality that reached unprecedented heights.
“Eh?”, flared up the old man’s beard as his eyes suddenly rounded up.