Afterward, Second Uncle glanced at Zhou Qing's courtyard and said, "It's getting late. I'll just crash here tonight."
Without waiting for Zhou Qing to invite him, Second Uncle walked straight through the barrier and stepped into the courtyard.
Second Uncle made himself comfortable on Zhou Qing's bed without any hesitation, while Zhou Qing quickly picked up his old hen.
Fortunately, the old hen had just laid an egg two days ago, so it probably wouldn't attract Second Uncle's attention for a while.
Just hoping this old relic wouldn't suddenly get hungry at night, or that would be a disaster.
The fact that the old hen could refine anything was a secret he hadn't even shared with his master or Yan. It was his little secret.
