The skinned and beheaded rabbits didn't make a sound. Their snow-white bodies appeared and disappeared in the boiling water, exuding the fragrance of scallion and sauce. Another one was roasting over the fire, turning golden and crispy, making one's mouth water just by looking at it.
"Come and try it, my cooking skills aren't bad at all."
Having stewed a pot of rabbit soup and roasted rabbit meat, Fang Zheng was clearly brimming with a sense of accomplishment.
He had always loved cooking. He still remembered those childhood days at his grandmother's house in the countryside, where his favorite task was slaughtering chickens. Pressing down the struggling chicken and hanging it upside down, he would make a swift cut to its throat, watching the blood flow from the wound and the signs of life slowly vanish. Then, he would scald, pluck, gut, and segment the lifeless carcass, before either boiling, stewing, stir-frying, or roasting it, until it transformed into a delicious dish…
