At Chu Feng’s house. Night.
The thick aroma of stewed tyrannosaur meat with soy sauce suffused the air, enticing even those who stood far away from the kitchen. The meat was still raw in the iron pot, but Yellow Ox was already on the seat’s edge. The calf barged into the kitchen times after times, checking on the status of the ruddy meat.
"Time to eat!"
Yellow Ox burst out of its room as soon as these three words were called.
And here began the battle between a man and an ox for the share of the meat. Any unfairness in the proportion of distribution would lead to unending conflicts and disputes.
"The meat was so fresh and tasty!" Chu Feng gasped in admiration. The tyrannosaur who had mastered a specific form of breathing rhythm had its body constitution evolved and mutated. Its blood that contained a special, albeit mystical, substance flowed in its veins and brought the substance to every cell around the fleshy body.