On July 23rd, the sunlight brilliantly illuminated the alleys and streets of the Capital City.
Remembering that Li Ruofeng had once mentioned a fondness for free-range chicken, and hoping to curry favor with the formidable official who wielded such miraculous mastery over Spirit Rice cultivation—while also praying for smoother cooperation in future Spirit Rice matters—the Deputy Minister decided to head to the capital market himself to pick out a plump, tender chicken.
Humming a cheerful little tune, the Deputy Minister strolled leisurely into the market, where the air buzzed with lively cries of vendors and the chaffering of buyers. Looking this way and that, he finally spotted a poultry stall tucked away in a corner. The roosters inside were all brimming with spirit, their feathers gleaming with oil.
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