Before dusk.
Having just finished tidying his courtyard, Yang Ge hurried straight to the Liu Family home with Little Yellow and the chickens and ducks from his backyard.
"This one lays eggs. Whatever you do, don't kill her..."
"This one's a crowing rooster, and he's always right on time. Look after him for me, and don't stew him..."
"This one you can stew. He's always fighting. Try raising him for a while, and if he still refuses to mend his ways, stew him..."
"These two are easy to tell apart. The fighter has an old scar on his comb, while the crowing rooster's comb is as red as silk."
"Give them leftovers if you have any. If not, rotten vegetable leaves will do..."
Yang Ge pointed out the chickens and ducks he had raised himself, one by one, tirelessly giving Liu Mang instructions.
Liu Mang listened just as patiently, doing his best to distinguish the chickens and ducks that all looked much the same to him. He worried about what he would do if he stewed the wrong one later, and also worried that buying a replacement at the market probably wouldn't fool this fellow...
Actions always carried more weight than words.
In the past, when Yang Ge said he only wanted to spend his life peacefully, eating his fill and waiting to die, Liu Mang never said anything, but inwardly he always thought the fellow was being affected...
Yet now, watching him fuss over his chickens and ducks and describe them as lovingly as family treasures, Liu Mang felt something was wrong.
He couldn't put his finger on exactly what felt wrong. It just did.
And at that moment, he suddenly stopped envying Yang Ge's gift of the Lesser Grandmaster Physique quite so much...
"Here's the key."
Yang Ge