Chapter 1067: Christmas Hunting (2)

Yang Cheng and William were divided into a group. He was wearing a black deerstalker hat, which matched his snow-white clothes. It looked awkward no matter how you looked at it.

Speaking of which, it was the great detective Sherlock Holmes who carried forward the deer hunting cap. The front and rear brims of the deer hunting cap are to protect the neck and eyes, and the ear caps can be folded on top of the cap. It is funny for ordinary people to wear, but for hunters But very practical.

William also wore a deerstalker hat and looked around with a rifle in his hand. Yang Cheng didn't care too much about the outcome, mainly because he wasn't very interested in hunting itself.

"William, we have just entered the jungle, how could there be prey at the edge."

Just now they followed a series of footprints to a snowy slope, but the footprints disappeared immediately. Without the help of hounds, relying on Yang Cheng's own tracking ability, it was almost impossible to find the owner of the footprints, so Yang Cheng simply used a gun Leaning on the ground, he leaned against a pine tree and said.

Compared to William, who has much more experience, squatting in front of the footprints to observe carefully, he really has the detective demeanor of Sherlock Holmes.

"I'm familiar with this footprint. It should belong to a wild boar, but it should be underage, and it didn't keep up with its mother's footsteps. It was left alone. If we can find it, we can get the blood." William said happily .

Yang Cheng pursed her lips in disapproval, tapped her heels on the tree trunk, shook off the snow on the soles of her shoes, and yawned, "By the way, the explosion went well, and there were no casualties."

William stood up upon hearing this, "Of course, I specifically told you not to choose a place with people. Originally, I wanted to fabricate some casualties, but considering the attitude of Downing Street, I gave up this idea."

Yang Cheng shrugged, "It's understandable. Downing Street also wants to have a peaceful Christmas. If someone died, not to mention anything else, Downing Street would definitely be the first to riot."

"No matter what, I have to thank you this time. Without you to control the comments, the public opinion would not know what kind of chaos it would have been." William thanked again, full of sincerity.

Yang Cheng waved his hand, "Actually, I want to know how you persuaded Mr. Murdoch. It stands to reason that the royal family made such a big joke, and his "Sun" couldn't hold back its loneliness and jumped out to target it. "

"This time it was my grandmother who made the phone call, and Mr. Murdoch agreed very simply. I don't know if there is an exchange of benefits." William said truthfully.

Yang Cheng pinched his chin thoughtfully. He always felt that things were not that simple. If Murdoch was so talkative, he wouldn't have dared to bug the royal family's phone back then.

just about to speak,

He stopped suddenly, and lifted the ear caps covering his ears to listen. Seeing him like this, William also remained motionless, asking Yang Cheng what he heard with his eyes.

After moving his ears, Yang Cheng heard a rustling sound coming from the front right of him, behind the snow slope, as if something was flying across the snow.

He raised the gun subconsciously, and after pointing the muzzle at Xuepo, only a flower shadow flashed by, and he pulled the trigger instinctively, with a muffled "bang", the flower shadow flew straight up with fluttering wings.

William shouted, "It's a pheasant~"

Immediately afterwards, he was unambiguous, and pulled the trigger based on his feeling without aiming at it. There was another "bang", and the brown-feathered pheasant paused while flying in the air, and continued to climb higher.

Seeing this, Yang Cheng regretted not bringing a shotgun, otherwise the damn pheasant would have been dying on the ground.

Fortunately, he and William cooperated tacitly, and each of them shot one shot, almost sealing off the space for the pheasant to take off. Finally, after firing the sixth shot, the pheasant fell to the ground dying.

The last shot was fired by Yang Cheng. The bullet almost broke the pheasant's neck, and the death was miserable.

Yang Cheng was very excited when he hit the prey. He ran over with one kick deep and one shallow kick, grabbed the pheasant's neck and lifted it up to show off to William, "I'm sorry, I took this blood!"

William was depressed. You must know that before the departure, he had vowed to win today's victory, but he got off to a bad start, and Yang Cheng took the lead. The more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became.

"Damn it, pack it up and let's continue on our way. I think that little wild boar must be nearby."

Yang Cheng shrugged, and didn't continue to provoke William, so he just let it go.

"You go first, I'll put the chicken on the horse."

This area is not suitable for horses, so Yang Cheng and William tied the horse to a tree just now, and now they have to go back.

William turned around and shook his head, "Let me go with you, ride around this snow slope and continue west."

Of course Yang Cheng had no objection, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

The two mounted their horses again, and walked slowly forward according to the previously agreed direction. The two horses, one black and one red, snorted, striding forward on the snowy ground.

"How are you going to eat this pheasant?" On the horse's back, William put the gun on his back, pulled the rein and followed the horse's back, chatting casually.

Discussing how to cook wild game is the favorite topic of hunters during hunting. Filling the hunger with prey should be one of the original purposes of this ancient way of life. In the eyes of hunters, this should always be the root of hunting. Defensive hunting Killing is another matter, so even though hunting is more entertainment-oriented now, the essence has not changed. Cooking the prey you hunt by yourself will always be one of the greatest pleasures of hunting.

But to be honest, the cooking method of wild fowl in the West is very monotonous. In addition to roasting or roasting, Wang Dunhuang, the son of Wang Shixiang, a famous cultural relic expert and connoisseur of cultural relics, once wrote about using Western food methods in the book "Eating the Master". The description of wild fowl says that although roasted wild fowl is a famous dish in western food, its taste is better than that of pheasant diced fried with pickled melon, pheasant slices fried with shepherd's purse, and pheasant shredded with fried winter bamboo shoots cooked with pheasant in Chinese food. Not even a little bit."

Who is Wang Shixiang? That is the most famous generation of Wan'er masters in Z country far and near. The one who dares to challenge this master in Wan'er is probably not born yet. His son naturally inherits his excellent genes and has enough right to speak to the Wan'er faction. .

It is true that roasting is a relatively common method of cooking wild birds in the UK, but not all wild birds are suitable for this cooking method. Some wild birds with fat and tender meat are more suitable for this cooking method, but those with lean or thick meat are not. Cooking that must be roasted, such as a pot roast or slow cooker, is a good choice, or you can cook the leg meat and breast meat separately: the thinner breast meat can be fried or smoked, and the thicker fiber leg Meat can be cooked with a slow fire.

Roast poultry is definitely a big dish in the monotonous and old-fashioned British cuisine. There are a series of side dishes and sauces, and the types vary according to the main course. The typical side dishes with game birds are chips, bread Sauce and liver pate too.

The British also invented a kind of French fries called Game chips in order to match wild birds. It is not that game is added to the French fries, but it is a kind of French fries that are specially paired with wild birds, which is different from fried fish or beef. The kind of French fries that are thick and crispy on the outside and waxy on the inside, the game chips are thin and crisp, and are generally square grid-shaped. Although they are also called French fries, they are not much different from potato chips in a sense, or they are simply called potato grids. .

As the name suggests, bread sauce is indeed made of bread, with milk made from spices commonly used for cooking meat, such as bay leaves, pepper, cloves, onions, etc., and its history can even be traced back to the Middle Ages in Europe; liver pate is also a good use of ingredients Side dishes, because the liver used is the viscera of the wild bird itself. In addition, other leftovers of the wild bird will be used to hang soup and make gravy with the main course.

In addition to hot dishes, there are also some traditional cold dishes made of game in the UK, the most famous of which is game meat pie: stewed and cooled game and broth are placed in a butter pie crust, baked and cooled Ready to eat, the cold meat is plump, the meat jelly made from the broth is rich, and the crust is sweet, paired with good home-brewed beer or champagne with a strong taste, this is a unique wild delicacy.

Every hunting season, many traditional butcher shops in the UK will sell game. In addition, major clubs and some restaurants in London will also launch game dishes in season, which are very popular among customers.

In short, it is definitely a great enjoyment to taste the wild game that you have harvested with your own hands.

Regarding William's question, Yang Cheng smashed the saliva that was almost dripping from the corner of his mouth, "Trust me, you will definitely swallow your tongue today. Carson invited the chef of the Chinese restaurant to use the purest Chinese seasonings and ingredients. Cook the most authentic Chinese meal with dishes and techniques, if you can stand up and go out today, I will lose."

William's eyes lit up, "Really? Damn, no one can resist the charm of Chinese food. It seems that I have to work harder and add a few more dishes for dinner."

As he spoke, William started galloping his horse. Unfortunately, the snow was so thick that the horse couldn't run at all. After running for a few steps, it started to pant, and it was so embarrassing to death.

However, William's hunting level was fully demonstrated in the following time. From looking for traces to tracking the prey to finally shooting and killing, the action was done in one go. The little wild boar that he was thinking about still failed to escape the bad luck after all, and fell into the trap first. Left alone by his mother, and then discovered by William, he was limping and exhausted, and finally failed to withstand the power of modern science, and died under the bullet. This wild boar experienced a long time before it died. Painful, Yang Cheng expressed his silent condolences to it.

In addition to this wild boar, Yang Cheng and William shot a total of 3 wild birds and started their return journey. It is a pity that no trace of deer was found.

But on the other side, there was a big harvest. Dad and Yang Cheng's father-in-law hunted three red foxes. It didn't look like a family of three. Among them, two adult male foxes and one female fox had bullets through their heads. , without affecting the integrity and beauty of the fur, at least two or three shawls can be made for my wife when I go back.

At 4 pm, this perfect hunting activity came to a successful conclusion. . .

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