Qian pitifully plucked the small weeds that were growing near by the chicken pen. The white chicken and the little quails curiously looked at him.
He too looked at them. there was a small strip of red feathers on their back. "curious, what kind of mutation did you guys have?" he picked one quail up.
"bakaaw!" the white chicken pecked his hand softly.
"ow, okay. I won't touch. but if you can understand me like Trexa, can't you tell me what kind of mutation you guys have?"
Six pairs of beady back eyes blinked at it.
"stupid, why would a chicken talk?" uncle Wei mumbled chuckling to himself.
"who knows they might just decide to up and talk. This is a new world uncle. Anything is possible. nothing is a fairytale or fantasy anymore. Everything is real and I will believe any impossible possibility," Qian mumbled patting the sand off his hands.
He glanced around the ground. "have you been harvesting anything yet?"
