Li Dayou spoke weakly, "No matter how many eggs it lays, that's a token of goodwill from the higher-ups. Besides, we failed to deliver the mission items to their destination, misappropriated them, and even necessitated a rescue operation—this already counts as a failure. If we make it back alive this time, we'll have to formally apologize and accept our punishment."
Wang Dan, while massaging the fat chicken, swallowed hard and said, "Ah, Captain, about what you're saying... I just can't help but notice how meaty this chicken is. Its flesh is as firm and plentiful as tendon meat, tsk tsk. Just look at these wings; they could feed quite a few of us." Wang Dan then moved his hand to the chicken's thigh and shook his head again. "Look at these drumsticks, they're as thick as my arms! If only we could treat ourselves to a big plate of chicken..."
The fat chicken under his hands suddenly stiffened. It wasn't Tang Seng; why did everyone want to eat its meat? Weren't the eggs good enough?
