When they left the bird shop.
Zhao Huai carried a birdcage in his left hand, a bottle of wine in his right hand, and took a sip from time to time.
He had initially planned to put this myna bird in the black ring, but suddenly realized that the ring couldn't contain living things, so he had to carry it in his hand.
"This Xiaoyao Wine really has a genuine taste."
Zhao Huai finished a mouthful, smacked his lips, and chuckled lightly.
He wasn't addicted to drinking, but occasionally, it could be used as a beverage to quench his thirst.
He picked up the birdcage and couldn't help muttering, "Can you be a bit more energetic? Just move a bit."
Unfortunately, the myna bird still had no energy, lying there with only occasional wing flutters.
"Never mind."
Zhao Huai temporarily gave up and decided to investigate further when he got home.
In the following time, Zhao Huai walked around and shopped, spending a long time buying almost everything needed.