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Jin Chen scratched his head.

"This chicken is too cunning."

Even harder to catch than a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast.

Ning Rongrong sighed and handed the kitchen knife to Jin Chen.

"Take it."

I'll do it.

She rolled up her sleeves, tied her hair up, and walked into the yard.

When the rooster saw her, it tilted its head, as if it were sizing her up.

Ning Rongrong squatted down and waved to the rooster.

"Come here, little chick."

"Come here, here's some food."

The rooster tilted its head, hesitated for a moment, and took two steps toward her.

Ning Rongrong stretched out her hand, and the rooster pecked at her fingers.

Ning Rongrong grabbed the rooster by the neck and stood up.

"Gotcha!"

Jin Chen's eyes widened.

"Rongrong, how...how did you do that?"

Ning Rongrong smiled.

"It recognizes me."

I feed it every day.

Jin Chen was speechless.

Dugu Yan walked out of the offering hall, wearing a dark green cotton robe and holding a book in her hand.

She noticed Ning Rongrong was carrying a chicken and frowned slightly.

"Is it time to slaughter the New Year's chicken?"

Ning Rongrong nodded.

"Hmm! Sister Yan, do you need any help?"

Dugu Yan shook her head.

"Need not.

I do not kill.

She turned and left.

Hu Liena walked out of the offering hall, wearing a red cotton-padded jacket and holding a sugar figurine in her hand.

She was stunned when she saw the chicken in Ning Rongrong's hand.

"Rongrong, what are you doing catching chickens?"

Ning Rongrong smiled.

"Slaughtering the New Year's chicken! Today is the 27th of the twelfth lunar month, time to slaughter the New Year's chicken and go to the market!"

Hu Liena looked at her.

"You killed him?"

Ning Rongrong shook her head.

"I'll catch him."

The cook was killed.

The cook came out of the kitchen, took the chicken from Ning Rongrong, placed it on the cutting board, and chopped it down.

The chicken struggled a few times, then stopped moving.

Jin Chen looked at the chicken and swallowed hard.

"I really want to eat it."

Ning Rongrong glared at him.

"It hasn't been done yet."

Let's eat it when it's ready.

Jin Chen chuckled.

"I'll wait."

Zhu Zhuqing stood under the eaves, looking at the snow in the courtyard, and a feeling she couldn't quite put her finger on welled up inside her.

During the Star Luo Empire, chickens were slaughtered on the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month.

Every year, my mother would slaughter the chicken while I watched.

My mother was very skillful; with one cut, the chicken stopped moving.

Then, the hair is plucked, the abdomen is opened, and the body is cleaned—all done in one go.

She has never killed a chicken with her own hands.

"Sister Zhuqing, what are you looking at?"

Ning Rongrong ran over and took her hand.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at the dead chicken.

"Thinking about my childhood."

Ning Rongrong tilted her head.

Did you slaughter chickens when you were a child?

Zhu Zhuqing nodded.

"Ok.

Mother killed.

I watched from the side.

Ning Rongrong looked at her.

"Then do you know how to kill?"

Zhu Zhuqing shook her head.

"Won't.

I've only seen it.

Ning Rongrong smiled.

"It's ok.

As long as they can eat, that's fine.

Zhu Zhuqing smiled too.

"Ok.

As long as they can eat, that's fine.

Ling Feng walked out of the offering hall, dressed in black, with his dragon-patterned staff slung across his back.

He went into the yard and watched the cook prepare the chicken.

Jin Chen leaned closer.

"Boss, there's a big market day today, are you going?"

Ling Feng looked at him.

"go."

Jin Chen's eyes lit up.

"Great! Let's go together!"

Ling Feng nodded.

"Ah."

Qian Renxue also walked out of the offering hall, wearing a white fox fur coat, with her long golden hair draped over her shoulders and a holy sword hanging at her waist.

She walked to Ling Feng's side.

Are you going to the market?

Ling Feng nodded.

"Ah."

Qian Renxue smiled.

"I'll go as well."

Ling Feng looked at her.

"Aren't you handling official business?"

Qian Renxue shook her head.

"Not to be dealt with today."

It's Chinese New Year, time to rest.

After everyone finished getting ready, they left the offering hall and headed towards the market.

The market in Wuhun City is located in the west of the city, and it takes about half an hour to walk there from the Hall of Worship.