Walking out of the black market in a good mood, Xu Mumu couldn't care less about what Yun Luo might encounter.
Xu Mumu was holding a wild chicken, which was bought from the black market. Quite lucky, taking it back to make chicken soup, just right to nourish Yin Yang.
"Mumu, why are you back so late today?" Yin Yang put down the book in his hand, staring straight at Xu Mumu. That look was as if he wanted to see if Xu Mumu was about to cheat; he kept watching.
"I went around the black market and bought a wild chicken. We'll have chicken soup tomorrow," said Xu Mumu with a smile.
This wild chicken is quite old, and it won't be tender even if stewed tonight. Better to stew it tomorrow.
"Why think of going to the black market when we have meat at home? I worry when you go alone, especially with the ongoing crackdowns," Yin Yang was still uneasy.
