Su Rong put down the basket and looked at the pheasants huddled tremblingly inside the fenced yard. Roughly counting, there were about fifty or sixty of them. Each one had colorful and stunning feathers. They were indeed mountain pheasants. It was a shame that they were scared and lost their usual agile charm of running freely in the mountains. They seemed to know that they were going to be eaten and were terrified.
She asked, "How were they caught?"
"A chicken race?" Fen Ling proudly replied, "Sister, these chickens run very fast, and ordinary people can't catch them. Once they're exhausted from being chased and have no place to hide, they can naturally be caught."