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The skin is golden and crisp, and the meat inside is tender and runny. It doesn't smell like firewood at all, and it doesn't have the fishy smell of chicken or duck. The outer skin is covered with a layer of sauce, which tastes delicious.

Wu Jiu also specially made a rice bowl with roasted pigeons on top. Although the meat is a little less, the sauce is richer and the pigeon meat is fresh, so it is very salty.

In addition, I cooked pigeon soup with wild mountain mushrooms and stewed pigeon with edamame. In short, because the ingredients are abundant, the delicious food is continuously delivered from the dining room.

Qi Hou ate with a happy face, rolled up his sleeves, and was hugging a whole roasted squab. He ate with relish, and the oil dripped down Qi Hou's slender and strong fingers. Wu Jiao hurriedly took the handkerchief I wanted to wipe it for him, but Qihou reacted faster, and Wu Jiu didn't need to wipe it. It would be too wasteful to wipe it. Such a delicious sauce, so he raised his hand and licked it on his fingertips. Wu Jiao was stunned for a moment, feeling a tightness in his throat, he coughed dryly and handed him the handkerchief.

Ju Zi and Guo Gong also smelled the fragrance, and when they came out to see it, their faces turned greener. They thought Wu Jiao was just talking about being stubborn, but Wu Jiao really cooked those birds and ate them.

Seeing Ju Zi and Guo Gong come out, Wu Jiu smiled and said, "Ju Gong, Guo Gong, don't you two come and try the pigeon meat? It's very fresh."

Ju Zi and Guo Gong were already so angry that they were on fire when they heard Wu Jiu's words, but Qi Hou immediately said, "Second brother, don't ask them to come here, there are not many of them, and I haven't eaten enough yet." .”