A few stray chickens were catching food at the entrance of the wooden gate, and Zhao Huan and the other two were starving.

When Zhao Huan saw the chickens, he immediately paid attention.

"Youwei, what do you see there?" Zhao Huan asked, pointing at the chickens.

Nangong Lian'er was also attracted and stopped.

Cao Dongsheng was a little stunned: "How many chickens?"

Zhao Huan shook his head: "No."

Cao Dongsheng was even more confused: "Then what do you mean?"

Zhao Huan had a malicious look on his face: "Roast chicken."

Cao Dongsheng immediately understood that this was tantamount to blatant abuse: "What do you mean?"

"How about this," Zhao Huan said softly, "You catch it and I'll find firewood. How about that?"

Cao Dongsheng tiptoed to the edge of the woodshed, but he never expected the chickens to be so clever. When they saw Cao Dongsheng approaching, they immediately scattered.

Chickens were in chaos and running around. Cao Dongsheng was like a Japanese soldier entering the village, with his hands outstretched to stop the chickens.

The worst thing is that those chickens were definitely fighting chickens. Cao Dongsheng pounced on them, tried to stop them, but couldn't catch even a feather.

Zhao Huan couldn't bear to watch it any longer. He covered his face and whispered, "Waste."

Although he wanted to catch it, he was an emperor after all. No matter how thick-skinned Zhao Huan was, he couldn't catch a chicken with his bare hands.

Nangong Lian'er frowned, picked up a stone, and threw it with a hidden weapon technique. With a bang, it hit a rooster's head. The rooster flapped its wings a few times and then fell down motionless.

When Cao Dongsheng came back, he was a thief, holding the dead chicken in his hand.

Zhao Huan gave a thumbs up: "Miss Lian'er is amazing. She caught this big rooster in one move."

Nangong Lian'er turned her head away from him. Zhao Huan pointed to the hillside ahead and said, "Youwei, go to the stream and wash the peelings. I'll go find some firewood."