12dz Chapter 59 was injected with chicken blood.
Chapter 59 was injected with chicken blood.
"Li Hu is an eighth-grade martial artist. He had such a strong reaction after drinking all the chicken blood in one gulp. My body is much weaker than Li Hu's, so I'll just drink a little less!"
Chen Dao thought for a moment, then took a small sip of blood.
To Chen Dao's surprise, the chicken blood actually tasted alright.
"The fishy smell is very faint, and the taste is even a little sweet?"
Chen Dao smacked his lips, savoring the taste of the chicken blood.
The next moment, he felt a warm current rise in his stomach, which spread from his stomach to his limbs. Chen Dao felt warm all over and extremely comfortable.
"My depleted stamina seems to be rapidly recovering?"
After carefully sensing the sensation, Chen Dao felt his strength rapidly recovering as the warm current spread through his body. In no time, Chen Dao felt that he could perform the Tiger Subduing Fist again!
"This chicken blood is incredibly effective!"
Chen Dao's eyes lit up, and he quickly assumed a stance to continue practicing the Tiger-Taming Fist.
After finishing one round of Tiger-Taming Fist, Chen Dao was panting heavily again, his clothes soaked with sweat that dripped onto the ground.
"Give us some more energy."
Chen Dao picked up the bowl placed to the side and drank a big mouthful of chicken blood.
A familiar warm current rose from his stomach again, this time much stronger than before, making Chen Dao's exposed skin as red as a boiled crab.
"Keep punching!"
Drinking chicken blood, practicing boxing, drinking chicken blood, practicing boxing—Chen Dao was trapped in an endless cycle of boxing practice.
Chen Dao only stopped after drinking all the chicken blood in the bowl and performing the Tiger-Taming Fist a total of 10 times, exhaling a breath of white air.
"The effect is very good!"
Chen Dao carefully examined his internal condition. He couldn't know the exact increase in his Qi and blood, but he could vaguely sense it. However, the changes in his physical condition were very obvious.
After practicing the Tiger-Taming Fist 10 times, Chen Dao felt his strength had increased significantly. In the past, he could barely lift a bucket of water, but now he felt he could lift two buckets of water in one go!
"At this rate, it probably won't be long before I become a ninth-grade martial artist!"
The symbol of a ninth-rank martial artist is that each of his arms has the strength of 200 jin. Chen Dao is still quite far from that level. According to his own guess, his current arm strength is at most about 40 jin, which is even less than the average arm strength of an adult male in his previous life (20-30 kg).
However, Chen Dao was not discouraged. After practicing the Tiger Subduing Fist 10 times, he gained arm strength close to that of an adult male in his previous life. As long as he practiced the Tiger Subduing Fist diligently and combined it with Blood Feather Chicken Blood and Blood Feather Chicken Meat, becoming a martial artist was only a matter of time.
"I wonder how effective the Blood Feather Chicken is?"
Chen Dao returned to the kitchen, stared at the already dead Blood Feather Chicken carcass, pondered for a moment, and then started cooking.
"Dao'er, what are you doing?"
Just then, Li Ping and the other two returned carrying rice buckets. Seeing Chen Dao cooking in the kitchen, they asked him in confusion.
"I'll cook a chicken and eat it."
Chen Dao replied casually.
"Row!"
Li Ping and He Cuilian didn't say anything. They were already used to Chen Dao's extravagance, or rather, his "willful" behavior. In their eyes, Chen Dao was a capable person who could find the secret method of raising chickens and bring back so much grain. He had the right to waste it.
Ding Xiaohua, who was standing next to Li Ping and He Cuilian, was stunned.
In broad daylight, with no work to do and little physical exertion, to want to cook a chicken is just too extravagant, isn't it?
Moreover, judging from Li Ping and He Cuilian's reactions, they didn't have any objection to Chen Dao's behavior at all. It's only because Ding Xiaohua isn't a Chinese person from Earth that she probably asked that classic question: What kind of family is he from?
"This little benefactor's family is too rich!"
Ding Xiaohua couldn't help but sigh to herself, "Even the richest landlord wouldn't dare to be so extravagant as to kill a chicken to eat!"
Chen Dao, of course, did not notice Ding Xiaohua's reaction; at that moment, he was boiling water.
Chen Dao doesn't plan to stir-fry this blood-feathered chicken; instead, he'll stew it directly in boiling water.
"Mom, could you please help me empty the chicken's innards?"
"coming!"
After Li Ping helped to gut the chicken, Chen Dao scalded it in boiling water and then began to pluck its feathers.
After plucking the feathers, Chen Dao boiled another pot of water, put the whole chicken into the pot, sprinkled in some salt, and then covered the pot to stew.
"Brother, brother, what are you cooking?"
Chen Fei, true to her foodie nature, ran into the kitchen as soon as she smelled the aroma, standing on tiptoe to try and see what was cooking in the pot.
"This isn't good!"
Chen Dao patted Chen Fei's head, but didn't intend to share any of the chicken with her. It wasn't that Chen Dao was reluctant, but Chen Fei was still young, and blood feather chicken meat was a great source of nourishment for blood and qi. Chen Dao didn't know if Chen Fei could handle it.
"is it?"
Chen Fei wrinkled her little nose suspiciously, but she trusted her brother quite a bit. After hearing Chen Dao say that it wasn't tasty, she quickly ran out of the kitchen and returned to the front yard to play with Chen Tiedan and Xiao Yuan.
About half an hour later, Chen Dao opened the pot lid, and a rich aroma of meat immediately filled the entire kitchen and even spread outside the kitchen.
"The chicken stewed with rice is so delicious!"
Li Ping, who was chatting with Ding Xiaohua and He Cuilian in the living room, said with a smile.
Ding Xiaohua and He Cuilian nodded in unison. Ding Xiaohua even swallowed, for she had gone five days without food and felt her stomach burning with hunger. The aroma of meat was irresistible.
Fortunately, since moving into Chen's house yesterday, Ding Xiaohua has had two full meals and hasn't lost her composure.
"This chicken is really special."
In the kitchen, Chen Dao opened the pot lid and observed the chicken inside. He noticed that the blood-feathered chicken's meat was completely different from ordinary chicken meat; after cooking, it turned red, and even the broth turned red.
"No wonder it has such a good effect on nourishing blood and qi!"
Chen Dao scooped the chicken out of the pot and placed it on a plate. He also didn't intend to waste the chicken soup, planning to share it with his family and Chen Cheng and the others who were working.
"Mom, you should try this chicken soup."
After leaving the kitchen, Chen Dao served Li Ping, He Cuilian, and Ding Xiaohua a bowl of soup each.
The three of them didn't stand on ceremony and took the soup, drinking it down in one gulp.
"It tastes great!"
Li Ping nodded, giving an affirmative answer. Although the chicken soup was made with water and at most a little salt, it had a very strong meaty aroma.
"It's delicious!"
Ding Xiaohua's evaluation was even simpler and more direct: for her, anything that tastes like meat is the most delicious food in the world.
"It really tastes good!"
He Cuilian also gave it a positive review.
Chen Dao then asked, "Did you feel anything special after drinking the chicken soup?"
"A special feeling..."
Li Ping frowned and thought for a moment before replying, "It seems that after drinking the soup, my body warmed up a bit and I'm not so cold anymore."