The whites of the seabird eggs were springy and delicate, and tasted quite good. It was just a shame they had not brought any soy sauce; they would have tasted even better dipped in it.
He counted them out. Three each would be enough to tide them over, so he put twelve in the pot to boil. Once they were cooked, he took them out and set them aside before starting on the noodles.
Eating all kinds of noodles and rice vermicelli at sea every day was getting a little tiresome, but having something to eat was good enough, as long as it filled his stomach.
As he ate, Lin Xianghui said, "Those seabird eggs in the woods were pretty easy to find, huh?"
"They weren't all seabird eggs. Some were pheasant eggs. We even saw pheasants when we first went into the woods, but we couldn't catch them. They flew too well. We only raided one nest of pheasant eggs."
"You need traps for those. We used to go up into the hills to set traps all the time. There used to be plenty of wild boars, weasels, and muntjacs in our hills, but a lot of the land has been cleared for tea plantations now. Plenty of the larger animals have been caught, too. Pheasants and wild rabbits are still common, though, and we catch them occasionally."
"That's not bad. You can treat yourselves to some meat now and then."
"Yeah. We can't bear to eat the ones we raise at home. Catching something in the hills is good, too. We don't feel bad eating those."
"Then once we get back, shall we find some time this evening to make a few traps?" When he saw those two pheasants, he had been itching to catch them, but he