It turned out that it was really possible.
Just a small pond after all.
Chi Yan took out lotus leaves, and Lin Murong cheerfully ran to make beggar's chicken with them.
Not only that, but he got greedy—asking not just for lotus leaves, but also for lotus seeds and lotus roots.
Lin Murong, ignoring Chi Yan's murderous gaze, got even greedier.
In the end, Chi Yan didn't lay a hand on him, and brought him the lotus leaves, lotus roots, and lotus seeds.
Lin Murong made three beggar's chickens.
Su Yinhe: "???"
Three? Why make so many?
According to Lin Murong's idea, it was...
"We'll have one each, just perfect," he planned confidently.
Su Yinhe: "..."
Where's the "just perfect"?
Could she finish one? Could Chi Yan finish one?
She could at most eat two legs.
For her and Chi Yan, one chicken would have been enough.
"I'm here too. I'm willing to help you out," claimed Lin Murong with a cheeky confidence.