Traveling Through the Stars

That's it, a few legion forces are still trying to grab it.

Pheasants have higher nutritional energy than the meat of exotic animals. Even if they are not small partridge chickens, eating them is good for the body. If you can't buy small partridge chickens, you can only raise these small pheasants alive.

There are also purple grape fruit trees and furnace tripods, which are in high demand.

Roger didn't suffer any loss, but he only stole five small partridge chickens, the kind of small pheasants that were stewed in a pot.

Fengling returned home. When she entered, Luo Bi had just extracted a bottle of energy liquid. It was fire-based. Luo Bi put it away and saved it for surprise when she went on a mission. Luo Bi liked to surprise people.

Fengling took off her coat, took an exquisite lunch box, and went to Roger's house.

Luo Bi was still puzzled when Fengling came back with a piece of pheasant soup: "Roger stewed the pheasant. Come over and have a bowl of chicken soup while it's hot. I'll grill a piece of exotic animal meat and steam a crab for you."

Fengling was determined to replenish Luo Bi's health. Luo Bi didn't say anything else and took the small bowl from Fengling's hand.

Looking up, Luo Bi said: "..."

"Is it really chicken soup?" Luo Bi said: "There is not even a piece of meat."

Fengling was amused: "A little pheasant weighs less than half a catty, how do you expect it to have meat?"

Being so young, we really can’t expect to eat meat, so chicken soup would be good.

Luo Bi sipped the chicken soup in small sips. Fengling made arrangements for dinner and pointed out where to go to Luo Bi: "Roger is going to raise partridge chickens in the winter. He bought five of them. If you get bored, you can go to his house to play."

Luo Bi immediately said: "I'll go take a look."

Luo Bi had a bad temper and drank chicken soup one mouthful after another. She drank it quickly so that she could go to Roger's house.

Fengling said: "Drink slowly."

Luo Bi slowed down a little, and after finishing her drink, she said to Fengling: "Fengling, I'm going to play."

Fengling said: "Go."

Luo Bi was afraid of the cold and worried about being caught in the cold wind, so she put on a short animal skin cloak and ran out.

Liang Qian also heard that Roger had moved the little partridge home, and called Lan Qiao and Fan Yao to come to Roger's house. As soon as Luo Bi came, Roger knew what she was here for, and drank to herself. chicken soup.

Lan Qiao looked at the little partridges and said, "I want to raise a few too."

Fan Yao and Liang Qian didn't say anything. They obviously had the same idea, but there were only five partridge chickens. No one could raise them for Lan Qiao, and each family couldn't get a share.

How many did Luo Bi think there were? As a result, when I got closer and took a look, my eyes were sore.

"Who will raise the five?" Luo Bi looked at Fan Yao and the others.

Lan Qiao immediately said: "I can raise them."

Luo Bi was not optimistic. When she raised partridge chickens in the past, all the family members of the garrison raised them, but in the end, they all died. Is this also called being able to raise chickens? Robbie covered her mouth and smiled.

Roger was drinking chicken soup in the restaurant and did not participate. He was worried about whether Lan Qiao would be able to take care of her.

The stewed chicken only had soup without a few pieces of meat. Roger drank it slowly, sent away the family members of the garrison, and moved the little partridge chickens to send to the breeder at the garrison base.

The breeder had experience in raising partridge chickens, and Roger knew a little bit about it, but it was better to leave it to the breeder.

Roger put on his coat, but Robbie didn't leave. She walked with Roger.

Luo Bi looked at the carton and said, "What are you doing raising this?"

Roger's mouth twitched: "Increase combat power."

"Eating one or two won't help?" Luo Bi said, "There are only five of them. Who should eat them? It is better to eat them than to give them to the breeder. One for a meal, five of them will not be eaten."

One meal for a meal? You are just a cabbage. Roger was not angry, so he wrapped the little partridge in a piece of animal skin, carried it and left.