After about ten minutes, Han Qiwu grabbed his things and pedaled off toward the farm.
Seeing the figure of their owner disappearing into the distance, Xiao Dian, perched on a tree branch, instantly relaxed. It slumped against the nearby tree trunk, stretching a leg while raising a wing to speak to the meat chicken next to it: "Pleasure working with you! Just remember these next few days—don't mess up, or both of us will end up like Big Bear, doing other kinds of work!"
"Don't worry, the owner's never seen me fly. I'll gradually show him over these next few days," the meat chicken said coolly, effortlessly flying from the branch directly to the phoenix tree's ventilation hole, diving inside to seek a massage from the little hen.
Xiao Dian glanced enviously at the meat chicken's retreating figure, sighing internally: "Why is it that despite being cooler than it, I still don't have a little bird girlfriend?"
It's definitely the owner's fault!
