Chen Xing's large order of black and white Xuan chickens was delivered.
He asked Sìxiàng to help with the processing.
It must be mentioned, with Sìxiàng's transcendence now, its speed of processing ingredients had become so much faster than before!
Chen Xing directly felt the benefits of transcendence.
With Sìxiàng as a helper, it took just a morning to deal with a few hundred chickens.
He got the little snail from his sister,
"Eat!"
The little snail looked at the fried chicken, which wasn't much smaller than itself, and its forehead antennae slightly shook.
It seemed a bit troubled...
It liked to drink brain marrow, spinal marrow, bone marrow.
But fried chicken wasn't on its menu!
"If you want to progress, you must overcome some things," Chen Xing said lightly.
Sìxiàng bent slightly, staring at the little snail.
It and its master worked hard to prepare the food, and you don't like it?