Huang Yan grinned as she fumbled a chicken out of the snake-skin bag, saying, "This is the old hen that my mom asked me to bring over for you. Stew it and nourish yourself well."
The old hen's claws were tied up and it flapped twice in Huang Yan's hands.
"Quick, take it back," Mai Qiqi hurriedly said. "I'm not lacking anything to eat or drink here, isn't this Aunt Huang's egg-laying chicken?"
Village Chief Huang said, "You've helped us so much, and we don't know how else to thank you. All we can do is bring you some food. Please don't disdain it."
"It's not about disdain. I really don't need this food; I understand your good intentions. You should take the chicken back to lay eggs."
In the end, the village chief still left the chicken behind, and father and daughter ran off like they were chasing a wolf, fearing that Wan Chu'er and Mai Qiqi would catch up with them.
