He could kill a person, so killing a chicken isn't a big deal at all.
"Yeah, I can do it."
Rose Collins glanced at the clothes Adrian Desmond was wearing. The clothes obviously weren't cheap. Rose shook her head,
"Did you drive here? It's not a short journey. Go take a rest, I'll handle it."
"Mom, let Adrian do it," Sienna Johnson said.
"Don't argue with me, it's not much work. You all rest, it'll be done soon."
...
In no time, Rose Collins efficiently prepared a meal: spicy chicken, stir-fried eggplant, loofah with scrambled eggs, stir-fried bacon with shiitake mushrooms, and she also steamed corn, chestnuts, and sweet potatoes... all were home-cooked dishes, and Sienna Johnson suddenly felt hungry.
"Eat more," Rose Collins kept serving Sienna Johnson food.
"I haven't stopped eating."
"Adrian, you too."
The old hen soup was still simmering, and the little courtyard was filled with the comforting aroma of chicken soup.
