When she got home, the old man in the yard saw Xu Niannian and Hu Yue enter one after the other, his eyes swirling around the chicken that had started flapping again, his aged eyes gradually lighting up, becoming more and more lecherous, more and more perverted.
"Niannian, what's this..." The old man stared at the chicken and gulped, "Are you preparing to cook?"
Chicken: "..."
Why are you staring at me?
Why do you salivate while looking at me?
Why are your eyes so lecherous, so perverted?
I'm just a chicken, what do you want to do?
The chicken, frightened, hugged itself tightly with its wings.
Xu Niannian was amused by the old man's gluttonous expression.
"Grandpa, I'm cooking today," she confirmed to him, "What would you like to eat, Grandpa?"
As soon as the old man heard that Xu Niannian was really going to cook, his smile grew wider, and his eyes squinted into slits, his face full of wrinkles as he laughed.
"Chicken."
Chicken: "..."
