"Huh?" Chen Ziqi squatted down in surprise, and skillfully grabbed the red hairball into his hand, "Such a big chicken?"
Usually the chicks that still have fluff are only a few days old, and at most they are as big as Chen Ziqi's slap. But this little red chicken needs two hands to hold it. It is covered with light red fluff and a soft mass, piled up in the palm of his hand, like a small fireball. There are also two small feathers standing up on the head, one long and the other short, swaying from side to side with the movement of the head, very impressive.
Chen Ziqi had never seen such a miraculous chicken before, so he couldn't help looking back and forth, pulling his wings and pinching his stomach. The little wings have not yet grown feathers, the fluffy ones have no deterrent effect, and their stomachs are soft. Look at those eyes again, the round eyes shine like two black gems.
The belly is soft, the eyes are round, and the feathers on the wings are slow. According to experience, it should be a small rooster.
"啾!" Xiao Mao Tuan was already very angry when he was hit on the head, but now he was dragged back and forth by the bear boy, he was about to explode, and he gave Chen Ziqi's nose a peck.
"Yo, do you want to sneak attack?" Chen Ziqi has been dealing with chickens all the year round, and Chen Ziqi's reaction is very sensitive, and he dodged quickly without being pecked. He stretched out his finger and flicked the bird's head, "With such a bad temper, he must be a male.
"Chirp! Chirp?" The little red bird was about to continue pecking, but suddenly paused. On the tip of the tender little finger, there is a bloody smell, the smell is a bit unusual, I sniffed carefully, a pair of bird eyes narrowed slightly, the blood of the Chen family? He tilted his head and looked at Chen Ziqi's appearance. This is pleasing to the eye. I haven't seen it before. I think I just found it.
"Is this a chicken raised in the garden?" Chen Ziqi was a little reluctant to let go. Such a big little rooster must be an excellent breeder in the future. If you can raise thousands of red chickens, you will definitely make a fortune!
"No, I've never seen this... chicken, and the royal garden... doesn't raise chickens..." The little eunuch was a little embarrassed, looking at the color, it shouldn't be a chick, maybe a young bird of some kind . But His Royal Highness said it was a chicken, so he couldn't insist that it was not.
Chen Ziqi didn't know the rich heart of the little eunuch, but when he heard that the chicken was an ownerless thing, he put the red hair ball into his arms with peace of mind.
"Gee—" Before the little hairball who was thinking about it, was tucked into his clothes, against Chen Ziqi's warm little body. Because the inner shirt had to be made to measure, the preparations in the palace were rough, and instead of making an inner shirt for the new prince, he directly put a middle shirt on him. Tuck the bird into the collar, and the smooth and tender flesh is directly attached to it.
The light red fluff turned bright red with a bang, and the fat bird froze, curled up helplessly with its two thin claws raised.
Chen Ziqi carried the little hair ball that suddenly became obedient, walked along the way, and took a closer look at the passage from Zhang Huatai to Qingping Palace.
"What is that place?" Chen Ziqi pointed to the tallest temple not far away.
"Go back to His Highness, that is the Zichen Palace, the living room of His Majesty the Emperor." The little eunuch replied patiently, explaining the various palaces to Chen Ziqi along the way.
"What's your name?" Chen Ziqi looked at the rather clever little eunuch.
"Little Fuxi." The little eunuch laughed, with two small dimples on his face, looking really pleasing. In fact, he is only ten years old. He has been in the palace for a few years. He has been doing chores before, and he has only recently been assigned to serve people.
"Why did you enter the palace?" Chen Ziqi glanced at Fuxi's crotch, he knew that the eunuch was a boy who dropped his dick, just like Xiaoru who was forced to stay in a brothel, the eunuch must have Not born to want to be a eunuch.
"My father died early, and my mother married another family. My stepfather said that the family couldn't support so many children, so he sold me into the palace." When Fuxi said this, his expression was full of numbness.
Chen Ziqi patted Fuxi on the shoulder sympathetically, touched his crotch again, and let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the little fairy did not remarry, otherwise he would have been slapped.
Back at Qingping Palace, Chang E was standing at the gate, looking around anxiously. Seeing Chen Ziqi coming back, she quickly stepped forward and greeted him two steps: "Why so long?"
Carrying the chariot over and walking back, of course, it will take a long time. Chen Ziqi pouted and pulled at the front of his shirt, revealing a red bird's head: "I'm going to catch birds."
"Yo, such a big chicken." Chang E stretched out a finger and poked the chubby little body.
"Chirp!" The little red bird was very dissatisfied, and reached out to peck her.
"It's too little to eat." Chang E took her son into the house, took out the chicken, and put it on the table. She gestured with the tea cup on the table, and the soup could only be stewed in one cup.
"What to eat, it's a breeder, it's useful to keep," Chen Ziqi put his head in front of the little hairball, and as expected, he was pecked on the nose, "Hi—"
"Breeding chickens... Are you still thinking of starting a chicken farm? It's useless!" Chang E poked her son's finger.
"If you don't open a chicken farm, is it possible to become an emperor?" Chen Ziqi stuck his chin with one hand and stared at the little red bird, thinking about the pavilions, carved beams and painted buildings that he saw today, as well as the vermilion glazed tiles. Palace, it seems that it is not bad to be the emperor.
If you want to be an emperor, you must first gain the favor of this seat. The little red bird raised its round head and "tweeted" proudly.
Chen Ziqi didn't understand what the bird was talking about, so she turned around and told Chang E what she saw today. The god-like national teacher, the strange dragon test stone, and his surname changed to Chen in the future. The mother and son agreed that the name Chen Ziqi is much more pleasant than Chang Qi, so let's call it that in the future.
After chatting and chatting until dusk, Chang E got up to cook, only to find that there was no kitchen in the Qingping Palace, only a small tea room with a stove for cooking tea. No seasoning, no ingredients.
"It seems that I can only eat this chicken." Chang E looked at the little red chicken that was dozing on the table.
"Niangniang, dinner is here, how about it now?" At the critical moment, Biyun walked in, followed by two eunuchs carrying food boxes.
It turns out that this is where the food is in charge... Chang E sighed in relief, raised her chin slightly, and said with a shelf, "Let's put it."
The food here is set according to the most common specifications, even so, the mother and son couldn't help but light up. Four dishes and one soup, two meat and two vegetarian dishes, including a fish!
Although the meals provided by Di Yeqing were good along the way, they couldn't compare to the dishes prepared by the royal chef in the palace. Ordinary fried vegetables can be made fragrant and tangy, making people addicted to it.
Jasper and Fuxi stood by their side, serving dishes, each time they took a small piece, which was heart-wrenching.
"You don't need to wait here, you go down first." Chen Ziqi waved his hand impatiently.
When the palace people left, the carved wooden door closed, the mother and son looked at each other, rolled up their sleeves and started eating. The wind and clouds ate all the food on the table, and it was not until the last piece of fish was eaten that he put down his chopsticks contentedly and slumped in the chair to touch his belly.
The little red bird squatting on the flower and bird stand was stunned. How long has it been since these two have eaten
The palace staff came in to clean up, brought a plate of cakes and a pot of tea. The pastries are not particularly delicate desserts, just ordinary mung bean cakes and sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.
Chen Ziqi took a sip of tea and then remembered that his breeder hadn't eaten yet, so he slowly carried the small hair ball to the table and rubbed some mung bean cakes for it to eat. As a result, the little red bird didn't even look at the pastry residue on the table, just raised his little head and stared at him with a look of contempt.
"What's the matter? Don't like it?" Chen Ziqi frowned, why is this chicken so picky
The little red bird looked at the whole piece of mung bean cake in Chen Ziqi's hand, jumped forward twice, shook the two hairs on his head, tilted his head and took a bite to eat.
"Tsk tsk, this is for you to feed," Chang E couldn't help laughing, "This palace is different, even chickens are so delicate."
As soon as he finished speaking, the little red bird that swallowed the cake jumped to the side of Chen Ziqi's tea cup, put his bright yellow pointed mouth in, and rinsed it.
Chen Ziqi: "..."
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
Qiqi: What a good breeder
Bird Attack: Who do you say is the breeder? I can remember this hatred
After a few years...
Qiqi: You're still finished... uh...
Bird Attack: I am a breeder, I am not tired (⊙v⊙)
Qi Qi: QAQ woo...