Happiness is often built on others' foundations, and Mo Jingchun felt this was absolutely true.
However, this scope should be broader.
For instance, right now on the dining table, there's a big pot of rich old hen soup.
Mo Jingchun and Candy, having some old hen soup, were very happy. Even Bun and Little Grey closed their eyes contentedly.
Only the old hen struggled all the way, wishing she could borrow another pair of wings from God.
Unfortunately, she eventually couldn't escape Wild Wolf's big hand.
With a swift chop, the chicken's head fell to the ground.
Honestly speaking, it was Mo Jingchun's first time seeing a chicken killed this way.
In Mo Jingchun's impression, isn't it supposed to be just gently slit the trachea?
Fortunately, no one was interested in the old hen's head, so chopped off it was; no one would eat it anyway.
Believe it or not, the chicken head that fell to the ground, even Little Grey sniffed it and walked away shaking his head.
"Burp～"
