Lord Bird left.
Bu Fang's life returned to normal. He got up at sunrise, worked until sunset every day, cooked with natural ingredients, and enjoyed the delicious food brought by nature.
Whitey's mechanical eyes were dim, and it seemed to become much clumsier. Eighty would occasionally climb on its head and cluck or occasionally chase insects in the yard. It was a very extraordinary Eight Treasures Chicken, yet it behaved like a wild chicken that lived in the mountains.
Bu Fang lived a very comfortable life. He enjoyed the unambitious life. When he was bored, he would study new dishes. It had been his only pleasure these days.
The world outside the mountains was in turmoil. The flames of war were almost all over the land, and the fierce battles had caused countless casualties. In contrast, the days in the mountains did not change much except for the seasons.
