I Reaped the Benifits Chapter 5

"Huh?" Elliot squatted down in surprise and skillfully grabbed the red ball of hair in his hand. "A chicken this big?"

Usually, chicks with down on their backs are only a few days old and are only as big as Elliot's palm. But this little red chicken actually needed both of his hands to hold. It was covered in light red down, a soft ball that piled up in his palm like a small fireball. There were also two small feathers standing on its head, one long and one short, swaying left and right with the movement of its head, which looked very impressive.

Elliot had never seen such a miraculous chicken before, and couldn't help but look at it again and again, pulling its wings and pinching its belly. Its wings hadn't grown feathers yet, and it was fluffy and had no deterrent power at all, and its belly was soft. Then he looked at its eyes, which were round and sparkling like two black gems.

It has a soft belly, round eyes, and slow feathering on its wings. Based on experience, it should be a young rooster.

"Chiu!" The little fur ball was already very angry after being hit on the head, and now being dragged around by the naughty kid, he was almost furious, and pecked Elliot's nose hard.

"Oh, you want to sneak attack?" Having dealt with chickens for many years, Elliot's reaction is very sensitive. He dodged quickly and avoided being pecked. He stretched out his finger and flicked the bird's head. "With such a bad temper, it must be a male."

"Chirp! Chirp?" The little red bird was about to continue pecking, but suddenly paused. There was a smell of blood on the tender little fingertips, and the smell was a little unusual. After sniffing carefully, the bird's eyes narrowed slightly. Is this the blood of the Chen family? He tilted his head to look at Elliot's appearance. This one was pleasing to the eye. He had never seen it before. He thought it was just found.

"Is this the chicken raised in the garden?" Elliot was reluctant to let go. Such a big little rooster will definitely be a breeding chicken of excellent appearance in the future. If he can raise thousands of red-feathered chickens, he will definitely make a fortune!

"No, I have never seen this chicken before. Besides, chickens are not raised in the royal garden..." The young eunuch was a little embarrassed. Looking at the color, it should not be a chick, but a young bird of some rare bird. But since His Royal Highness said it was a chicken, he couldn't say it wasn't.

Elliot had no idea of   the little eunuch's rich inner world. He only heard that the chicken was ownerless, so he put the red ball of hair into his arms with peace of mind.

"Ji---" The little fur ball, who was deep in thought, had not yet come to his senses when he was stuffed into the clothes, pressed against Elliot's warm little body. Because the inner shirt had to be tailored, the palace prepared it roughly, and no inner shirt was made for the new prince, so he was directly put on a middle shirt. The bird was stuffed into the collar, directly against the smooth skin.

The light red feathers suddenly turned bright red. The fat little bird froze, raised its two thin claws, and curled up helplessly.

Elliot carried the little ball of fur, who had suddenly become well-behaved, and walked and looked along the way, carefully examining the road from Zhanghuatai to Qingping Palace.

"What is that place?" Elliot pointed to the tallest palace not far away.

"Your Highness, that is the Zichen Palace, the living room of His Majesty the Emperor." The young eunuch answered patiently, explaining each palace to Elliot along the way.

"What's your name?" Elliot looked at the rather clever little eunuch.

"My little Fuxi." The little eunuch smiled, with two dimples on his face, looking really adorable. In fact, he was only ten years old, and had only been in the palace for a few years. He had been doing odd jobs before, and was recently assigned to serve people.

"Why did you enter the palace?" Elliot glanced at Fuxi's crotch. He knew that eunuchs were boys who had their penises snapped off, just like Xiaoru who was forced to stay in the brothel. Eunuchs were definitely not born to be eunuchs.

"My father died early, and my mother remarried. My stepfather said the family couldn't support so many children, so he sold me into the palace." Fuxi's expression was numb when he talked about this.

Elliot patted Fuxi's shoulder sympathetically, touched his crotch, and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the little fairy did not remarry, otherwise he would probably have been killed.

After returning to Qingping Palace, Chang'e stood at the gate, looking around anxiously. When she saw Elliot coming back, she hurried forward and asked, "What took you so long?"

It would take a long time to carry the sedan chair there and walk back. Elliot pouted and pulled his clothes, revealing a bright red bird head: "I'm going to catch a bird."

"Wow, such a big chick." Chang'e stretched out a finger and poked the chubby little body.

"Chirp!" The little red bird was very dissatisfied and stretched its head to peck her.

"It's just a small amount, you can't eat it." Chang'e pulled her son into the house, took out the chicken and put it on the table, then gestured with the teacup on the table and said that only one bowl of soup could be stewed.

"What are you eating? This is a breeding chicken. It's useful to keep it." Elliot put his head in front of the little fur ball, and as expected, he was pecked on the nose. "Hiss---"

"Breeding chickens... Are you still thinking of opening a chicken farm? You're a loser!" Chang'e poked her son with a finger.

"If you don't open a chicken farm, do you want to be an emperor?" Elliot rested his chin on one hand and stared at the little red bird. Thinking about the pavilions, carved beams and painted buildings he saw today, as well as the Purple Palace with vermilion glazed tiles, it seemed that being an emperor would be a good idea.

If you want to be an emperor, you must first gain my favor. The little red bird raised its round head and chirped proudly.

Elliot didn't understand what the bird was saying, so he turned around and told Chang'e about what he had seen and heard today. The mysterious imperial teacher, the strange dragon-testing stone, and the fact that he would change his surname to Chen from now on. The mother and son agreed that the name Elliot sounded much better than Chang Qi, so they would call him that from now on.

As they chatted until dusk, Chang'e got up to cook, only to find that there was no kitchen in Qingping Palace, only a stove in a small tea room for making tea. There were no seasonings, let alone any ingredients.

"It seems that we can only eat this chicken." Chang'e looked at the little red chicken dozing on the table.

"Your Majesty, dinner is here. Shall we serve it now?" At the critical moment, Biyun walked in, followed by two eunuchs carrying food boxes.

So the food is provided here... Chang'e breathed a sigh of relief, raised her chin slightly, and said in a pretentious manner: "Set it up."

There was no set grade, so the food here was arranged according to the most common specifications. Even so, the mother and son couldn't help but have their eyes shining. Four dishes and one soup, two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes, and one fish!

Although the food provided by Max during the journey was not bad, it was nothing compared to the dishes made by the imperial chef in the palace. Even ordinary stir-fried vegetables could be made to be fragrant and delicious, making people unable to stop eating.

Biyu and Fuxi stood beside him and served the dishes, each time picking up a small piece that made him feel very uncomfortable.

"No need to serve here, you can go down first." Elliot waved his hands impatiently.

After the palace servants left and the carved wooden door closed, the mother and son looked at each other, rolled up their sleeves and started eating. They devoured the food on the table in a flash, until the last piece of fish was in their mouths, they put down their chopsticks in satisfaction, collapsed in the chair and rubbed their belly.

The little red bird squatting on the flower and bird stand was stunned. How long had these two people not eaten?

The palace maid came in and cleaned up the place, then brought a plate of cakes and a pot of tea. The cakes were nothing special.

The particularly exquisite snacks are the ordinary mung bean cakes and osmanthus cakes.

Elliot drank a sip of tea, then remembered that his breeding chicken had not eaten yet, so he slowly carried the little ball of hair to the table and kneaded some mung bean cakes for it to eat. However, the little red bird did not even look at the cake crumbs on the table, but just tilted its little head and stared at him with contempt.

"What's wrong? Don't you like it?" Elliot frowned. Why is this chicken so picky about food?

The little red bird looked at the whole piece of mung bean cake in Elliot's hand, jumped forward twice, shook the two hairs on its head, tilted its head and took a bite to eat.

"Tsk tsk, I'm letting you hold it and feed it," Chang'e couldn't help laughing, "This palace is different, even a chicken is so delicate."

As soon as he finished speaking, the little red bird, which had swallowed the cake, jumped to Elliot's teacup, stuck its tender yellow pointed beak into it, and rinsed it.

Elliot: ...