"OK~"
Little Chick completely approved of Wang Ji's plan. It stretched out its fluffy yellow wing and made an OK gesture, its bright red, waxy-looking little beak opening and closing. "But this is an adult activity. You two can participate by yourselves."
As it spoke, it raised both little wings to cover its adorably large eyes, putting on a shy, childish expression. "Zizai hasn't even been born for a month yet, so it isn't suitable..."
Suddenly, its voice cut off. Its red, Q-shaped little chicken feet cautiously backed away across the table it was standing on as it warily watched the gleaming silver cleaver Wang Ji held over its head.
"Alright, Zizai thought this was an activity where you two ate each other. I didn't expect you to really include Zizai too..." The Little Chick calling itself Zizai sighed. "Looks like Zizai really is emergency food."
Its large head drooped helplessly as though it had accepted its fate, and it began to sing. "If my dear dady wants chicken soup, oh~ there is nothing I can do. My dear dady should enjoy it.
"Goodbye, I still love you, dady. I love you so deeply, dady..."
As it sang, it somehow pulled out a miniature electric cooker, plugged it in, poured in a huge bucket of purified water, and jumped inside.
Resting its elbows on the rim of the pot, it waved at Wang Ji. "Goodbye, dady~"
Pfft~
"Why is this little guy so dramatic?" Qi Lin finally could not help laughing. She tentatively reached out and rubbed its tiny head.
"Who knows? Maybe it got scared stupid on the production line. It barely managed to save its life—how could it not make the most of it?" Wang Ji put away the cleaver and looked at the syringe in his hand.