blogombal Chapter 4489: Improving Combat Strength
Chapter 4489: Improving Combat Strength
Chapter 4489: Improving Combat Strength
Even with this, several legions are still fighting for it.
Pheasant has higher nutritional energy than exotic animal meat. Even if it is not a small partridge, eating it is good for the body. If you really can't buy a small partridge, you can only raise this kind of small pheasant.
There are also purple grape trees and furnace planting, which are in short supply.
Roger did not suffer any loss, but he only managed to snatch five little partridges, which were small pheasants, and stewed them in a pot.
When Feng Ling returned home, he saw Luo Bi had just extracted a bottle of fire-type energy liquid. Luo Bi put it away and saved it for when he went on a mission to give people a surprise. Luo Bi really liked giving people surprises.
Feng Ling took off his coat, took an exquisite lunch box, and went to Roger's house.
Luo Bi was still wondering, Feng Ling brought back a bowl of pheasant soup: "This is the pheasant stewed by Roger. Come and drink a bowl of chicken soup while it's hot. I'll roast a piece of exotic beast meat and steam a crab for you."
Feng Ling wanted to nourish Luo Bi's body, so Luo Bi didn't say anything else and took the small bowl from Feng Ling.
At first glance, Luo Bi: “…”
"Is it really chicken soup?" Luo Bi said, "There's not a piece of meat."
Feng Ling laughed: "It's just a small pheasant, it doesn't even weigh half a pound, and you still expect to get meat?"
Being so young, you really can't expect to eat meat, it's good enough to have chicken soup.
Luo Bi sipped the chicken soup. Feng Ling started to prepare dinner and pointed out where to go for fun. "Roger is going to raise little partridge chickens for the winter. He bought five. If you get bored, you can go to his house and play."
Luo Bi immediately said, "I'll go take a look."
Luo Bi was impatient and drank the chicken soup mouthful by mouthful, and she drank it quickly so that she could go to Roger's house.
Feng Ling said: "Drink slowly."
Luo Bi was a little slower, and after finishing her drink, she said to Feng Ling: "Feng Ling, I'm going to play."
Feng Ling said: "Go ahead."
Luo Bi was afraid of the cold and worried about catching a cold wind, so she put on a short animal skin cloak and ran out.
Liang Yuan also heard that Luo Jie had brought the little partridge chicken home, so she called Lan Qiao and Fan Yao to come to Luo Jie's house. As soon as Luo Bi arrived, Luo Jie knew why she came, and he drank the chicken soup by himself.
Lan Qiao looked at the little partridge chickens and said, "I want to raise a few, too."
Fan Yao and Liang Yuan didn't say anything, and it was obvious that they had the same idea. However, there were only five little partridge chickens, and no one could raise them except Lan Qiao, so each family could not get a share.
Luo Bi thought there were several of them, but when she got closer to take a look, her eyes were sore.
"Who are we going to raise these five?" Luo Bi looked at Fan Yao and the others.
Lan Qiao immediately said, "I can take care of it."
Luo Bi was not optimistic. When she raised partridge chickens before, the families of the garrisoned troops all raised them, but they all died in the end. Didn't they also know how to raise chickens? Luo Bi covered her mouth and laughed.
Roger was drinking chicken soup in the restaurant and didn't participate. He was worried that Lan Qiao wouldn't be able to be raised.
The stewed chicken only had soup, without a few pieces of meat. Roger drank it slowly, sent away the families of the garrison, and moved the partridge chicken to send to the breeder at the garrison base.
The breeder has experience in raising partridge chickens, and Roger knows a little about it, but it is better to leave it to the breeder.
Roger put on his coat, and Luo Bi didn't leave, she walked with Roger.
Luo Bi looked at the cardboard box and said, "Why do you keep this?"
Roger's mouth twitched: "Increase combat power."
"Eating one or two won't help." Luo Bi said, "There are only five, who will eat them? It's better to eat them than to give them to the breeder. One for each meal, five is not enough."
One for one meal? You think you're eating cabbage? Roger said angrily. He wrapped the partridge chicken in a piece of animal skin and took it away.
(End of this chapter)