Zhao Xiaoxiu hurriedly reminded her to be careful of the thorns on the branches.
Wenfei was surprised, "Can't you just hold it with your hands? But I just saw you take it out with your hands."
“They won’t prick me, but they will prick others,” Zhao Xiaoxiu said earnestly, looking at her.
Knowing that Wenfei wanted to plant them secretly, Zhao Xiaoxiu, out of concern for her safety, explained the precautions for these flowers one by one.
“Sister Wenfei, fresh flowers can bloom for another half month if they are stuck in the soil, but they are branches that cannot continue to grow. You can’t grow the flower wall that I have, and they can’t resist mutated animals.”
Wenfei felt a little embarrassed that her thoughts had been seen through by a child.
Zhao Xiaoxiu thought for a moment and said, "But you might try using it to make flower tea."
Wenfei gave her a teasing look, as if to say, "This is a flower branch cut from an A-level mutant. Eating it will kill you. Xiaoxiu, you don't want another ghost in your territory, do you?"
Zhao Xiaoxiu didn't say too much, but she had already told everyone she could.
Zhao Gang grabbed the chicks, one plump, gray-feathered little chick in each hand, and tossed them directly into the empty basket.
Wenfei was wondering if they should wrap it up in something so it wouldn't fly away.
Looking down, I saw that the two little chicks were as docile as quails, not daring to move.
"No, Zhao Gang, did you drug them?" Wenfei couldn't believe it. Were these still the same mutated flying chicks that fluttered around her fence with boundless energy?
Zhao Gang denied it: "I didn't."
Wenfei hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay."
Even the mutated flying chickens are bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong!
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