Chapter 148: Plastic Surgery
A nauseating smell of burning chicken feathers lingered over the Green Sparrow tribe, lasting for a long time. The smell stuck to the hair, which the fire had also scorched.
Under Han Cheng's hand, the fierce and somewhat presentable wild chicken had undergone a significant transformation.
Well, it could be described as disfigurement.
The feathers on both wings, which were hard and allowed for a brief flight, were now completely gone, leaving only the roots burnt by the fire.
The two wings became bald, and more than half of its buttocks were exposed.
It wasn't Divine Child doing something to it; rather, when burning the wings with a thick burning stick that was difficult to control, coupled with the fierce resistance from the wild chicken, its backside got exposed.
This could be considered an accidental injury.
The pitiful-looking wild chicken, which seemed almost one-third smaller, saw the ferocious little monkey approaching and was scared. It flapped its featherless wings and ran in the opposite direction with its sturdy chicken legs in panic. It feared that the little monkey would do something undesirable to it.
However, one of its legs was still tied with a rope. It didn't run far before being tripped and falling to the ground. The pulled leg was left behind, sticking up high, still struggling forward.
Han Cheng sniffed, wondering if he was really that scary.Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only
This chicken was frightened to an extent just by coming to deliver a meal. Where did the bold and courageous aura that Tie Tou displayed when confronting him earlier?
Han Cheng placed the pottery bowl he held down and moved away from the area, giving the bald chicken a quiet space to calm down.
The other tribes used the bowl during the joyful meeting. Inside were some grass seeds, rapeseeds, a few dead insects, and crushed green grass. With a balanced mix of meat and vegetables, it was quite nutritious.
Chickens are omnivores and not picky about their diet. In this regard, they were stronger than the future village bully, Big White Goose, who, despite being a domineering character, was a pure vegetarian. Although it swam happily in the water, it didn't catch fish.
If the cat, which always wanted to sneakily eat fish but couldn't swim, knew about this, it would probably be furious.
Han Cheng watched from a distance. After a while, the disfigured wild chicken couldn't resist the temptation of the delicious food and came to the bowl, pecking at the contents. It lifted its head to look in Han Cheng's direction after a couple of bites, displaying an unusually alert expression.
Han Cheng couldn't wait and grabbed a long-handled bone shovel. He carefully extended the shovel through the gap in the wooden planks above the chicken coop, gently scooping up this significantly meaningful egg.
The egg wasn't large, smaller than the eggs of domesticated chickens in the future.
Moreover, the eggshell wasn't hard; it felt soft when held in the hand.
Han Cheng didn't mind this. Chickens in the future, when frightened or chased for a long distance, tended to lay soft eggs the next day.
It seemed that the fear left by Han Cheng on this determined hen yesterday was not small. Not only did it lay a soft egg, but when Han Cheng used the shovel to take away the egg it laid in front of it, it didn't dare to stop him.
Han Cheng, ignoring the chickens that may or may not have seen this, gave a thumbs-up to the chicken with a half-bald butt, placed the wooden plank back, sealing the chicken coop completely, and then ran quickly into the cave, cradling the soft egg in his arms.
He was eager to eat it.
After washing the small earthenware pot used for cooking, he added a little over half a pot of water, placed it on the makeshift stove supported by three stones, and set it on fire. In no time, the water in the pot was boiling.
Han Cheng picked up the soft egg and tore open the soft eggshell with his hands. The egg, with plenty of yolk, a little egg white, and a reddish hue, fell into the boiling water. He covered the pot, rolled it a few times, and a bowl of poached egg was ready.
Yes, just one bowl, and it was a large bowl.
Han Cheng, like the host in the joke who invited friends to drink soup after catching a sparrow, used one chicken egg to make a large bowl of poached egg.
He used chopsticks to pick up the egg and brought it to his mouth, carefully biting into a piece of white, feeling the delicious taste.
When he bit into the thin layer of egg white, broke it, and slurped a mouthful of yolk, it felt like he was ascending to heaven.
Indeed, people who transmigrated to the primitive era were the most pitiful. He was so infatuated with eating just one egg, nearly crying.
Fu Jiang stared eagerly at his master, who was enjoying a delicious meal. He was so anxious that he kept making whining sounds. After a while, Han Cheng reluctantly gave him a small piece of egg white that squeezed out from between his teeth.
Then, holding the bowl, he drank the entire bowl of poached eggs. Even without sugar, the taste still made Han Cheng nostalgic.
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