The old man was jolly and bright. He had a very good mental state. He was not in the same situation as when he had arrived at the clinic a few months ago. Back then, there was a frown locked on his brows and his face sad.
The old man had come with something. It was a plastic bag that contained a chicken. "Come, Xiao Yao, this is a stupid chicken I killed today. Fry it or put it in a stew. It's delicious." He had raised it in his house, so it hadn't eaten any feed. He had just fed it beans, corn, and other things. It was absolutely natural.
"There is no need, Uncle," Wang Yao hurriedly said. His family was also raising them. The hens laid eggs while they raised the roosters to be killed and eaten when they were grown.
"I've already got it here. I want you to take it," Wang Yilong said with a smile.
In the end, Wang Yao was not able to reject it. He had no choice but to accept it before treating the old man.
