"How do we catch it?"
Gu Jiaojiao had never caught a pheasant before and had no idea where to start.
She looked up at the man holding her, her large eyes filled with confusion.
Leng Yuan didn't say a word.
He pulled a sickle from the basket on his back and, with a flick of his wrist, sent it flying.
The pheasant scratching for food in the distance sensed the danger. Just as it spread its wings to fly away, the sickle struck it in the neck.
The sharp sickle sliced the pheasant's head clean off.
In a final spasm, the pheasant's body FLUTTERED on the ground a few times before it collapsed.
It was the first time Gu Jiaojiao had seen Leng Yuan hunt.
Her eyes widened in astonishment. Then, she raised her hands and started clapping for him.
"Honey, you're incredible! I'm so lucky to have found such a capable husband. You caught a pheasant with a single throw! That's so awesome!"
'Hunting is this easy.'
'I can totally do this!'
