Love? The Reborn Me Just Wants to Obtain Rewards-Chapter 863 - 360 Are You Surprised or Not?_2

Su Huai couldn’t help but give a thumbs up: "Our little vegetable garden here—it’s the real farmhouse deal!"

"Right?" Gu Jiuyue beamed with excitement, counting on her fingers, "Don’t be fooled by the size of the garden. Every year, it’s ravaged by bugs, birds, and critters. The yield is so low. But here, you can spot dozens, even hundreds, of different animals..."

Su Huai nodded along while sizing up the little hen in front of him, suddenly blurting out, "How old are you?"

"Cluck, cluck-cluck!"

The little hen squawked a few times as if responding.

Su Huai nodded in satisfaction, "A year and a half, huh... Just the right age for eating. Come on, follow me inside!"

Seeing Su Huai rolling up his sleeves, ready to act, Gu Jiuyue laughed so hard she nearly went weak in the knees.

"Susu, you’re too much! Hey, hey, don’t grab it! If you want chicken, I’ll have them pick one for you!"

"All free-ranging chickens raised on insects?"

Su Huai asked, salivating, "Oh man, I’ve been craving this! We’ve got a traditional earthen stove here, right? Let me whip you up something amazing later!"

At that moment, Gu’s curiosity was piqued to the max. Forget strolling through the garden—she grabbed Su Huai and led him off to the side.

Because the farm was so large, the residential and functional areas were separated. Gu brought him to a kitchen equipped with an earthen stove and a massive iron pot and called an auntie over to grab two chickens.

When Wu, Cheng LiHua, and others, along with Su Huai’s team, heard the news, they all crowded over.

"Su, you sure you’re up for this?"

Andy, munching on sunflower seeds, teased from the sidelines.

"Just watch and wait!"

Su Huai struck a confident pose and began directing the practical tasks: "Auntie, help me pluck the feathers off these chickens."

They brought a total of three chickens—two speckled roosters weighing 5.5 pounds together and one skinny Phoenix Chicken that barely tipped the scale at 2.2 pounds.

Su Huai swung a cleaver and, with a series of solid chops, broke the chickens down into small pieces. Satisfied after inspecting them, he nodded.

The Phoenix Chicken was on the skinny side, but the speckled roosters had a gorgeous layer of rich yellow fat under their skin.

Free-range chickens in rural areas subsist on insects and grains without any feed, yet aren’t necessarily scrawny. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

In well-resourced environments with ample food, they grow naturally and slowly. No matter how much they run around, their fat distribution remains excellent.

Chickens like this, with a bit of fat, are perfect for making stir-fried farmhouse dishes in a big pot.

He soaked the chicken pieces in water to draw out the blood.

Then, he cranked up the heat. Without adding a drop of oil to the iron pot, he simply used a piece of pork skin to grease the bottom and tossed the chicken pieces straight in, vigorously stir-frying them.

As long as the movements were quick enough, the chicken wouldn’t burn or stick to the pan.

As the frying progressed, the fat melted, releasing oil that acted as a natural seasoning. Soon, a rich aroma began to waft through the air.

"Whoa, you really know what you’re doing?"

The ladies were all astonished, as Su Huai’s actions looked incredibly professional, and the smell was downright mouthwatering.

"What kind of question is that? This is child’s play!"

Su Huai, full of swagger, grabbed a bowl of yellow soybeans that had been quickly rinsed and dumped them into the pot, continuing to stir-fry.

The pot crackled and popped as he worked at full throttle, cool as a cucumber while adding seasonings to the mix.

Star anise, salt, soy sauce, and a dash of oyster sauce...

By removing a few firewood logs to reduce the heat, he then added slices of old ginger, dry and thick, frying them until they turned golden and slightly charred. By that point, both the chicken and soybeans were fully cooked through.

This was an incredibly labor-intensive dish cooked entirely on a firewood stove—a rare sight in everyday life. Not only did it require a rustic setup of an earthen stove and iron pot, but it also demanded constant stirring, which was exhausting.

But the end result was utterly divine.

Despite using the simplest seasonings and steps, the dish brought out the pure essence of the chicken’s flavor and texture.

The ginger slices, thoroughly stir-fried, fused perfectly with the chicken’s aroma. The chicken absorbed the ginger’s fragrance, and the ginger took on the chicken’s savoriness, merging together beautifully.

The chicken pieces were dry, fragrant, and delightfully chewy—each bite more flavorful than the last. The ginger slices, balanced between crispy and charred, delivered a dry, spicy kick that surpassed any potato chip.

As for the fried yellow soybeans, though cooked hard, they retained moisture from the chicken fat, giving them a texture somewhere between tender and crispy. Gu was mixing spoonfuls of them with rice, relishing every oily, fragrant bite.

"Wow! This is too delicious!"

Normally, she didn’t eat greasy food, but today was an exception. She ended up eating several drumsticks and even part of a chicken neck.

The tastiest parts of the chicken were the neck, followed by the head. Su Huai had only boasted for a moment, and when he turned back, all six chicken heads were gone—leaving Wu and the others grinning mischievously as they gleefully gnawed on them.

In the end, Gu shared half her chicken head with Chef Su...

The meal consisted of just two dishes. The other was a dipping vegetable platter with egg sauce, made by Auntie using farm-fresh eggs and fermented bean paste—a pairing that was simply divine.

Essential items on the platter included tofu skin, cucumber, and scallions. The leafy greens were picked fresh from the garden—whichever looked tender, that’s what they grabbed. All of it tasted naturally sweet.

After the meal, except for Gu, Cheng LiHua, and Su Huai, everyone else was sprawled on chairs, holding their bellies. When Auntie came to clean up, the rest of them groaned while shuffling into the yard, step by step, leaning against walls as they exited.

Su Huai shook his head in disappointment at Gao Zhong, Dave, Tang Xian’er, and the rest: "Look at you all—have you no dignity? Have I been starving you guys? Absolute disgrace!"

But Wu and Andy weren’t having it: "Quit throwing shade! Who are you bad-mouthing, huh? So what if we gave in? We’ve never had this before, and yeah, we were tempted—what about it?"

The group of women, too full to move, still had sharp tongues and unleashed a barrage of witty comebacks, forcing Su Huai to dodge and retreat in mock defeat.