A professor's rebirth: I entered Tsinghua University in 1977.

Liu Hongyi took Ai Xiaoyu to the river and started playing in the mud.

The riverbank in this section is all loess, which is very suitable for making "Beggar's Chicken".

Ai Xiaoyu was curious and surprised, and asked, "Why are you kneading mud?"

Liu Hongyi smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll make you something delicious. You'll see what happens soon. Oh, and don't be idle either. Go pick up some firewood over there before it gets dark."

"Oh……"

Ai Xiaoyu agreed obediently and went to collect firewood happily.

Liu Hongyi quickly mixed the yellow mud and built a stove on the river bank with stones. He soaked the kraft paper used by the supply and marketing cooperative to wrap goods in the river water, wrapped the whole pheasant, stuffed star anise, cinnamon and ginger into it, spread a layer of fine salt on the chicken, sprayed some cooking wine on it, and covered the outside with a thick layer of mud.

Liu Hongyi had never cooked this dish before, but he still understood the basic principles.

This doesn't require any technical content.

As long as it is baked.

I haven't eaten meat for more than ten days since my rebirth. Even if my cooking skills are average, it should taste delicious.

Ai Xiaoyu picked up some firewood.

She had never done this kind of work before, so she only picked up thin dead branches.

Liu Hongyi smiled and said, "Wait here for me. I'll go get something thick."

Beggar's chicken is mainly cooked slowly by the residual heat of the charcoal fire. After the thick branches are burned into charcoal, they can continue to smolder for a long time.

"I'll go as well."

Ai Xiaoyu is afraid of being alone.

When I am with Liu Hongyi, I feel the strongest sense of security.

Liu Hongyi looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he wasn't worried about anyone stealing the mud balls.

Most people would never imagine that there is a pheasant wrapped in this ball of yellow mud.

"Okay, let's go together."

A moment later, Liu Hongyi came back with a hatchet that had chopped off many thick branches.

Soon, wisps of smoke began to rise from the riverside.

Liu Hongyi placed the yellow mud ball between several thick branches and began to bake it.

The waiting process is long.

Fortunately it's not boring.

After more than half an hour, the entire yellow mud ball was buried in the charcoal fire. Liu Hongyi also needed to constantly turn the yellow mud ball to ensure even heating.

Ai Xiaoyu was sitting next to him, and Liu Hongyi specially brought a stone over for her, otherwise her feet would get numb from squatting all the time.

Ai Xiaoyu brought her knees together, supported her elbows on them, and held her chin with her hands, staring intently at the yellow mud ball in the charcoal fire. Only when Liu Hongyi turned his head would she quickly raise her eyelids and stare at Liu Hongyi's angular profile, with joy shining in her big eyes.

This boy of her age is so serious about everything he does...

Liu Hongyi did not sit down. While waiting, he walked along the river bank and did a set of chest expansion exercises to activate his meridians.

This young body is awesome, it never seems to get tired.

He turned his head and glanced at Ai Xiaoyu's pretty face, and suddenly he was inspired to write poetry.

"By the creek, a bonfire is burning with the chirping of summer cicadas. The current situation is difficult and I feel overwhelmed. I will never give up my ambition to soar to the top, and I will never let down the world or you!"

Ai Xiaoyu, who had been staring at him, suddenly froze. Two blushes instantly appeared on her fair face. She bit her lower lip with her snow-white teeth and asked in surprise, "You can write poetry?"

Liu Hongyi himself felt a little embarrassed. What a scumbag! He actually flirted with the girl. He pretended to be flustered and said, "I copied it..."

"Copied?"

"How come I've never heard of this poem before?"

Ai Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows.

As a top student and the child of a high-ranking official, Ai Xiaoyu's knowledge far exceeds that of ordinary classmates, and she has also read a lot of extracurricular books.

"I once worried that my excessive affection would harm my Buddhist practice, and I was afraid of leaving the city when I went into the mountains. How can I achieve both in this world, without disappointing the Tathagata and without disappointing you?"

Ai Xiaoyu's beautiful eyes suddenly widened, and she couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: "What a beautiful poem... Who wrote it? Could it be a monk?"

"Yes, it was written by a monk named Tsangyang Gyatso."

"He wrote many beautiful love poems, and 'Neither Betraying the Buddha Nor You' is the most famous one. The whole poem is very long, and I can't remember it all, but I remember the last four lines."

"Tsangyang Gyatso, Tsangyang Gyatso..."

Ai Xiaoyu kept muttering the name, with a look of melancholy on her face.

She had never heard of such a poet in history.

After all, this is not the Internet age, and there are very few ways to disseminate knowledge.

"Liu Hongyi, how do you know so much?"

This is the most common sigh in Ai Xiaoyu's heart since she got along with Liu Hongyi.

If Ai Xiaoyu came from the future, she would definitely give Liu Hongyi a four-character evaluation - treasure boy.

Liu Hongyi smiled and said, "I just read some miscellaneous books and didn't do my job properly, haha..."

"No, you're not idle, you're multi-talented... And, the poem you just recited is more powerful than Tsangyang Gyatso's. It's not as helpless as his poems. Well, in this life, I will never give up my ambition to soar to the sky, and I will live up to the people and you!"

"very nice!"

"Liu Hongyi, you will definitely have a great future..."

Ai Xiaoyu looked at him with bright eyes, without avoiding at all, and spoke very seriously.

"Okay, I'll take your kind words... Our country has fallen far behind. I really hope to do something tangible for our country and our nation in the future."

Liu Hongyi said with some sigh.

This way I will live up to my rebirth and all I have learned in my life.

"Well, you can do it. I believe in you!"

Liu Hongyi smiled slightly, walked to the campfire, turned over the yellow mud ball that had already dried up, and a tempting fragrance faintly emanated from it.

Time passed slowly, and although the days are long and the nights are short in summer, it was already evening.

"It should be almost done."

Liu Hongyi estimated the time, used a stick to pull the beggar's chicken out of the charcoal fire, put it aside, and waited quietly for it to cool down naturally.

It seems that no one has ever heard of using water to speed up the cooling of beggar's chicken, so Liu Hongyi did not dare to act rashly, lest he fail in his endeavors.

Anyway, I have waited for so long, so this last shudder doesn't matter.

After about another twenty minutes, the light by the river had dimmed. Liu Hongyi tried to crack open the yellow mud shell, and an enticing fragrance came to his nose.

"smell good……"

Ai Xiaoyu couldn't help but close her eyes, took a deep breath, and her face was full of intoxicated expression.

"Let me taste it first to see if it's cooked..."

As Liu Hongyi spoke, he tore off a chicken leg. The skin was golden brown, the meat was snow-white, and it was steaming, which was really tempting.

One bite and your mouth is filled with fragrance.

“Oh, it’s so delicious…”

Liu Hongyi also closed his eyes and praised, then handed the bitten chicken leg to Ai Xiaoyu.

Ai Xiaoyu didn't mind at all. She took it and took a bite, then her eyes suddenly widened.

"It's so delicious, so delicious. I've never eaten such delicious chicken..."