Splat!
Not standing firmly on his feet, the Chicken King instinctively tightened his grip on the egg, and as a result, crushed it.
The next moment, the Chicken King knelt on the ground, wailing loudly, "My son! My daughter! You died so tragically..."
The mournful cries indeed tugged at the heartstrings of those who heard, and brought tears to the eyes of those who saw. Yi Zheng walked up to the Chicken King, patted him on the shoulder, and then used a spell to collect the egg liquid.
"Boss, what are you doing?" the Chicken King asked.
Yi Zheng said, "Don't cry anymore, it's not easy for the kids to come, let's let them shine and get warm at least once, so the visit wasn't in vain."
"How do you make them shine and get warm?" the Chicken King asked.
...
Light the fire, heat the oil, add the eggs!
Sizzle sizzle sizzle...
Sprinkle a little salt!
Sizzle sizzle sizzle...
All done!
