Pei Zhi Can't Get A Hang of It

The moment he approached, the black chicken flapped its wings and clucked.

The dust raised by its flappings splashed all over Pei Zhi, and even his arm was decorated with two chicken feathers.

He frowned and attempted to catch it again, as if he was determined to get this black chicken. The other chickens were startled and flew around. It was a lively scene.

Zhou Yanshen, who was leaning against the coop fence, chuckled and gave him an idea. "Bro, do you want to trick it with food?"

Pei Zhi stopped in his tracks.

He grabbed Zhou Yanshen's collar and pushed open the coop to pull him in. He then went to get some grains. "I'll feed it grains while you try to catch it."

Zhou Yanshen let out a sigh. He turned off the video recorder and decided to help Pei Zhi out.

He waited for the black chicken to stop flapping before sneaking up to it quietly.

"Cluck—"

Another series of clucking sounded.