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Even the large roosters of the countryside were a first for her.

Just now at the entrance of the village, she had been scared by a large rooster.

Ni Yang laughed, saying, “Of course there is such magic, a baking oven can roast anything, only limited by what you can’t imagine; there’s nothing a baking oven can’t bake.”

Li Yanran’s eyes turned toward a little rabbit gnawing on a carrot, “Can you roast a rabbit?”

Ni Yang nodded, “Of course, why don’t we have roasted rabbit for lunch?”

“Yes, yes!” Li Yanran nodded and swallowed.

The rabbit nearby thought, why do people always want to eat us nowadays?

“Then I’ll go catch the rabbit now.”

“I’ll go with you.” Li Yanran followed behind Ni Yang.

Ni Yang took up two carrots, crouched on the ground, attracting all the small rabbits. Taking advantage of the rabbits’ distraction, she swiftly grabbed two small rabbits.

The rest of the rabbits fled in fear – my God, humans are so scary!

Li Yanran followed by Ni Yang’s side, “Yangyang, let me hold one.”

Ni Yang handed her one of the small rabbits.

Li Yanran showed a mischievous grin as she petted the rabbit’s fur, “The little bunny is so cute…”

Ni Yang was worried that her next sentence would be, ‘Bunny is so cute, why are you eating the bunny?’

Fortunately, Li Yanran was not the type of girl who overflowed with sympathy.

After all, every creature has its own rules for survival.

Ni Cuihua, who had finished pickling sour cabbage, came over from the other side,”Yangyang, are we having rabbit for lunch?”

Ni Yang nodded, “Roast one, braise one.”

Ni Cuihua continued, “Hand them to me, I’ll kill them.”

“Alright.” Ni Yang and Li Yanran handed the rabbits in their hands to Ni Cuihua.

Ni Cuihua carried a rabbit in one hand, muttered the ‘Rabbit Killing Song’, “Little rabbit, little rabbit, don’t blame us, you are a meal to us humans, shedding your fur for a cloth coat, returning again in the spring of next year.”

Li Yanran curiously asked, “Auntie, what song is that?”

Ni Yang laughed and explained, “This is our local ‘Chicken Killing Song’ that my mom has adapted into a ‘Rabbit Killing Song.’ Back in our hometown, whenever we kill a chicken, we always recite this song.”

The original text begins: “Little chicken, little chicken, don’t blame us…”

This was a unique memory for children of the 1980s. In later generations, this kind of folk rhyme would be forgotten.

Li Yanran followed behind, reciting the saying to herself and then burst into laughter, “I must say, it’s pretty rhyming!”

Ni Yang nodded, “Indeed.”

Before long, Ni Cuihua had prepared the two rabbits.

Ni Yang marinated one of the rabbits with seasonings and placed it in a basin, then went to light the fire for the baking oven.

Li Yanran followed Ni Yang’s side, “Yangyang, let me try, okay?”

“Sure.” Ni Yang handed the match to Li Yanran.

Li Yanran, being a wealthy heiress, when had she ever done this before? After trying for a good while, she only managed to create thick smoke without starting the fire, and had to give the match back to Ni Yang, “Yangyang, you do it!”

Ni Yang took the match, lightly struck it.

Flick!

The match lit up, soon, flames came up from the dry grass in the baking oven, becoming more and more vigorous inside!

Li Yanran, quite upset, said, “This damn oven! It’s unfair to newcomers!”

Ni Yang laughed softly.

Li Yanran then asked, “Once the fire is started, where will you put the rabbit to roast?”

Ni Yang explained: “Once the oven’s temperature reaches a certain level, you take out the firewood, you can roast things inside. It’s like a natural oven.”

Li Yanran was skeptical, “Can it really be fully cooked?”

Ni Yang remained mysterious, “You’ll see soon.”

After getting the fire ready in the oven, Ni Yang went to the kitchen to prepare other dishes.

“Yanran, do you have any dishes you especially like? I can cook them for you.”

It was her first time at Ni Yang’s house, so Li Yanran needed to be reserved to avoid scaring Ni Yang, “Yangyang, I eat anything! I’m not picky.”

If her parents had heard her say that, they’d probably be moved to tears.

Ni Yang laughed, “Then I’ll cook whatever.”

“Sure.”

Just then, there was a child’s crying in the air.

Li Yanran asked, “Where’s that child coming from?”

“It’s my little sister, she’s over nine months old now.” Ni Yang explained.

Li Yanran exclaimed in surprise, “Wow! Yangyang, you have a younger sister? I’ll go check on her! I love children!”