She said she was formidable, and there was no doubt about that—it seemed like anything she set her mind to, she achieved with ease.
"Where did this meat come from? What kind of meat is it?"
"I caught it in the canyon outside, bird meat. I'm not sure what kind of bird it was, but it was large and plump, and there were also several bird eggs."
Indeed, other creatures found it hard to reproduce and survive in this canyon, but birds were different; they could fly down and build nests to lay their eggs on the ground below.
Qin Yu wrapped the bird eggs in mud and placed them beside the fire to roast, carefully timing when to fish them out. Peeling away the earth and shell, the steaming tender egg white was revealed. The old man had suffered for many years down there, and upon seeing the bird eggs, he was somewhat dazed. However, when Qin Yu fed him, he ate.
