Liang Zhichen was surprised for a moment, "Baobao remembers very clearly." He seemed to be somewhat happy, as even the smallest details between the two of them, once she held them in her heart, brought him joy. Dong Huiying’s mouth twitched, "I almost lost my life back then, it was like taking a turn at Hell’s door, I think anyone who’s gone through that wouldn’t easily forget, right?" Liang Zhichen paused, then sighed, "It was my fault, and I was not thorough in my considerations." "No, that’s not what I meant. I’m not trying to pinpoint who’s right or wrong, but... Liang Zhichen, have you practiced before?" A branch is not an arrow, yet it managed to pierce through the neck of a pheasant, a skill akin to shooting an arrow through a hole from a hundred steps away. She thought that, up to this point, what she knew about him was just the tip of the iceberg. Her understanding of him was really limited. Liang Zhichen smiled languidly, "Baobao, are you curious?" He harbored a lazy smile, "Curiosity means I have caught your interest, haven’t I? That’s a very good start." She was at a loss for words with this man! Dong Huiying was somewhat speechless. Shrouded in mystery, well, since he didn’t want to speak, she wouldn’t ask. After all, when he felt like it, even if she didn’t ask, he would tell her. Upon this realization, she followed him with an open mind. She watched as he skillfully processed the pheasant, then wrapped the clean chicken meat in a lotus leaf, and finally coated it with mud, before starting a fire. "This dish is called Beggar’s Chicken, it’s said to be a famous delicacy from Dajin." He sat by the fire, stirring the flames with a branch, not noticing the curious look on her face when he mentioned "Beggar’s Chicken". Dong Huiying found this rather coincidental. She also knew how to make this dish in her original world. Liang Zhichen said, "Legend has it that hundreds of years ago, there was a man from Dajin who, along with his wife, was sleeping rough in the wilderness. His wife loved this delicacy, so he caught a pheasant, wrapped it in lotus leaves, then in mud. Since they were destitute at the time, they jokingly called it Beggar’s Chicken." "So that’s how it is." She blinked, "I know how to make this too. However, if you stuff some ingredients inside the chicken’s belly, it can taste even better." Liang Zhichen stirred the fire and then gazed at her with a gentle and focused attention, "I really would like to taste Baobao’s cooking." "Okay, once I’ve prepared all the ingredients, I’ll cook some Beggar’s Chicken for you." "Good," he said with a smile. Once the fire was just right, Liang Zhichen pulled the mud-wrapped bundle out from the fire, cracked open the clay, and unwrapped the lotus leaf, with the scent of the chicken mixed with the fragrance of the lotus leaves immediately spreading around. Liang Zhichen cut off a chicken leg with his dagger and handed it to Dong Huiying, "Be careful, it’s hot." Dong Huiying felt a little embarrassed, "My stomach is probably spoiled. I feel somewhat uncomfortable if I don’t have breakfast." "Same here," he replied. He was not originally a pampered person, but ever since... ever since Baobao encountered that mudslide, things in the household began to subtly change, influenced by her, and many aspects of life also changed. It seemed he had also become somewhat spoiled by Baobao. Reflecting on this, Liang Zhichen couldn’t help but smile. The two of them shared a whole Beggar’s Chicken, and Dong Huiying let out a satisfied burp. "Let’s go, it’s about time we headed back. It’s also good for digesting the food on our way home." Liang Zhichen helped her to her feet, as she was probably too full. The pheasant was very fatty and delicious, and she felt sleepy after the meal.