Wang Min smiled and said, "I'll go home and get you an old quilt. It's too wasteful to cover the chicken with this new quilt."

"OK..." In fact, Yang Ming also knows that when the chickens come out of the shell, they will certainly make the quilt dirty.

To be honest, he was reluctant to spoil the quilt, because it was the quilt he had covered in the field with little nun Huimin.

"Wild eggs on the hill should still be found. If you need them, I'll pick them up later." Wang Min said with a smile.

"Don't run up the hill by yourself, after all, it's not safe for...