The Dinosaur Chicken was also very tired every day, to be honest. After the initial novelty and satisfaction wore off, it gradually felt that this whole affair was, well, just so-so. But how could Grandma Jing be willing to settle? Now, with just this one rooster, the Dinosaur Chicken, she was counting on it to be full of energy every day to mate with various hens and then lay eggs that had a one-tenth chance of hatching Mutant Chickens. So every day, Grandma Jing had to arrange several pairings between the Dinosaur Chicken and the other hens. Not arranging them wouldn't do, and faking it was out of the question. When Grandma Jing put her hands on her hips, even the Dinosaur Chicken would cower. Imagine that—having someone supervise and critique your performance right after the act. It nearly made the poor chicken lose its vigor.
On the other hand, the Fat Chicken soon came to terms with it and felt fully compensated and superior, a feeling that came from food.
