"Move your butt, or I'll remove it."
The deep voice of the White Feather Chicken rang out just in time.
"Tch."
Niu Ma reluctantly lifted his butt.
With his claws gripping the edge of the chef's hat, the White Feather Chicken sprang skyward with a forceful leap.
Compared to its usual majestic demeanor, the head chef looked a bit frazzled, covered in bits and pieces of various ingredients, as if it had just been paraded through the streets.
"You look good enough to be turned into a stew yourself like that."
Niu Ma sneered.
"Do you want to be turned into a soup then?"
The White Feather Chicken shook off the bits and pieces from its body and said coldly.
"No, I don't."
Niu Ma shook his head like a rattle drum.
"Then shut up. Human, come here."
The White Feather Chicken said to Liu Zheng.
"Alright."
Liu Zheng cautiously approached it.
With a flash of the blade, two of its tentacles and a few "seaweed" strands were sliced off.
