More than an hour later, the kiln was opened, and everyone pitched in to dig out the chicken from the dirt, placed it on a plate, peeled off several layers of tin foil, revealing the glistening chicken simmered to shiny perfection, steaming lightly.
Chen Xu put on disposable gloves, tore off a chicken wing, and handed it to the nearby Yang Jinxia.
The group sat down at the edge of the farm and began to eat. The weather was clear today, the wind wasn't strong, and it being winter, there weren't any mosquitoes. It really had a unique charm.
"Chen Xu," Chen Chao threw a bottle of beer to him, which Chen Xu caught.
He asked Yang Jinxia next to him, who was enjoying her meal, "Do you want one?" Seeing her shake her head, he asked for a bottle of coconut juice for her.
"Hold on." She saw Chen Xu about to pull the tab of the beer, called out to him, took off her gloves, pulled out a tissue from her pocket, carefully wiped the top of the bottle clean, and then handed it back to him.
