Hé Yǔshuǐ handed the pheasant to Yang Xiaohua, her ponytail brushing against the back of Yang Xiaohua’s hand with the movement.
"Look, Sister Xiaohua, the breast meat is so firm. How about we stew it with mushrooms tonight? I found half a bag of dried shiitake mushrooms in the storage shed yesterday."
When Yang Xiaohua took the pheasant, she could still feel the residual warmth of the bird’s body; her fingertips grazed the taut muscles. She recalled the frozen chunks of meat she would sometimes glimpse on the butcher's counter while queuing at the city grain store, where she would have to clutch her meat coupons tightly just to dare step closer. But the heavy weight of the wild game in her hands now suddenly reminded her of the day she first arrived in Beidahuang. She remembered the bowl of braised pork Shen Chunhua had shoved into her hands, the fat quivering in the ceramic bowl, beads of oil trailing down the rim.
Chapter 753