Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 179 - 149 Eating Chicken_1

Chapter 179: Chapter 149 Eating Chicken_1

Bing had his own way of working and handling things, so Feng Yi was surprised but didn’t interfere.

He went upstairs to the study to look up some information about snake venom. Since he was considering using venom to create something of higher value, it was best to learn more.

"I’m not a snake, and looking up snake venom is just for reference."

Who knew? Maybe one day, those two fangs could bring him financial freedom.

That night, Feng Yi had a wonderful dream.

The next day.

The curtains blocked the sunlight from outside, and a gentle breeze blew in through the half-open window, carrying the warm and lively air of morning.

Feng Yi flicked his tail and rolled off his bed, which was as flat as a pancake.

The floor emitted a dull thump.

The house had strong load-bearing capacity and could withstand impacts. Having lived there for some time, Feng Yi had become more casual. Knowing that this way of getting up wouldn’t damage the floorboards, he grew bolder.

Sleeping in his original form at night was more comfortable, allowing him to stretch his muscles and bones. Once he got up, he would transform back into human form.

Sometimes he would go to sleep in human form, but during the night, he might revert to his original form.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t control it. In fact, even when sleeping, Feng Yi was aware of the change in his form. He simply believed it was safe here, and the transformation didn’t matter, so he let it happen. If he were outside, he would never do this.

If he were a bit more skilled, he could even try a somersault while flicking his tail and rolling out of bed.

What a delightful mood!

After tying his robe, he drew back the curtains, allowing the sunlight from outside to pour in.

The room instantly became bright.

The sunlight warm on his skin.

Feng Yi really enjoyed this kind of weather. The temperature was neither too high nor too low, the humidity was just right, perfect for sunbathing, and he planned to sunbathe on the terrace after breakfast.

It was already the end of the year, and many places nationwide had long since welcomed winter snow. Although there had been a slight drop in temperature in Yang City recently, it was still much warmer compared to the central and northern regions.

After getting ready, Feng Yi went downstairs with a curious and anticipatory mood to greet his breakfast. He could already smell the fragrance of chicken soup.

However, there were no chickens on the breakfast table.

"Where are the chickens?" Feng Yi asked Bing.

"Having that for breakfast is too greasy, not suitable." Bing replied.

"Then let’s have it for lunch."

"Alright, boss."

"Have you thought about what to cook?" Feng Yi asked.

"Pot chicken and secret recipe chicken soup. The soup is simmering right now."

Feng Yi swallowed, "I could smell it from upstairs, it’s really fragrant!"

Upon hearing this, Bing glanced at the closed kitchen door. Could he really smell it from there?

After talking to Feng Yi, Bing turned to go back into the kitchen to continue working.

Before entering the kitchen, Bing put on gloves and picked up the gas mask set aside as if bracing for some biochemical weapon.

Feng Yi: "..."

Surely it’s not that toxic...

"Is it really that poisonous?"

Seeing his attire, Feng Yi became anxious.

Through the gas mask, Bing offered an apologetic smile, "It’s just to prevent some minor accidents during cooking and to stop myself from tasting it out of habit."

Feng Yi nodded, "Yes, it’s good to be cautious."

In the Feng Family mansion, Feng Yi had his own set of kitchenware and tableware, dishwashers, and sterilizers that were not interchangeable. The kitchen that Bing often used had more than one set of cooking utensils and related appliances.

When plucking the feathers from the two poisoned chickens yesterday, he noticed that they were different from the chickens he normally used for cooking – they had hints of red and some black, which was definitely not normal, especially the rooster that supposedly ate a centipede; its color was even deeper.

Bing wondered, did this mean the poison was deeper?

No matter what, he would be cautious.

Luckily, it wasn’t a volatile toxin. He only had to be careful when handling ingredients and cooking, so nothing splashed into his mouth or eyes.

The chicken feathers and the strings used to tie the chickens were all directly burned.

The kitchen waste would also be disposed of using a special garbage processor later.

At noon, Bing served the prepared dishes on the table.

"I didn’t control it well, what a pity. It’s a failure," he said.

Bing wasn’t satisfied with today’s outcome.

If there had been more chickens and not just these two, and if he had backup ingredients, such a result would never make it to the boss’s table – he would have thrown it away!

Not to mention the color, the meat quality of these two chickens was indeed different from normal chickens. Using the same cooking methods, these two chickens became tender and mushy too easily. He had overcooked them, especially the pot chicken made from the rooster, which Bing considered a complete failure.

With such color and quality, the taste must be terrible!

Cooking techniques vary with ingredients, and different ingredients require different processing methods. Although both were chickens, these two were poisoned, and the meat quality had changed, which he had no experience handling.

Therefore, he could only use his past experience in cooking them.

He couldn’t even know what these two dishes tasted like.

Though curious, he didn’t dare to taste.

Without an antitoxin serum, one cannot gamble with their life against probability.

Feng Yi was unaware of Bing’s inner turmoil; his attention was fixed on the two dishes on the table.

"Delicious!"

Feng Yi had already lost his patience and started eating with his chopsticks, targeting the clay pot chicken first.

Bing sat not far away at another dining table, watching him eat with a touch of worry in his eyes, afraid that Feng Yi might encounter problems from the chicken since it was poisonous.

The butler, however, remained calm.

Feng Yi continued to eat the chicken and devoured the pancake soaked in soup.

"Quite good indeed!"

Although the texture of the meat was a bit too soft and mushy, it tasted fine, very fragrant! A more exotic fragrance!

The soup was filled with that aroma!

Upon smelling this aroma, one’s instinctive first thought was: it’s edible now!

This fragrance might not be attractive or even detectable to someone like Bing, but Feng Yi was enjoying his meal immensely.

Seeing Feng Yi’s expression, Bing felt slightly relieved. It seemed the dishes weren’t too unpalatable after all.

It was a pity, though, that they were poisoned.

Theoretically speaking, toxin proteins should denature and deactivate at high temperatures. But whether all toxins are denatured and whether other toxins emerge post-denaturation are unknowns. Just because Feng Yi seemed unaffected didn’t mean others would be safe eating the same.

After Feng Yi had contentedly finished his lunch, Bing approached him:

"Boss, when are you going to recruit a doctor?"

Feng Yi thought Bing was concerned about handling more toxic ingredients and reassured him, "Don’t worry, we’ll only try this once before we find a doctor."

Bing, feeling somewhat guilty, awkwardly said, "Cough, I just feel a bit handicapped, as if these two dishes didn’t let me show my full potential. Once we’ve recruited a doctor, let’s have him produce the antitoxin serum first. With the serum, I can cook to my heart’s content."

Antitoxin serum?

There’s such a thing?

Is it similar to anti-venom serum?

How is this stuff made?

Feng Yi thought about the information he had researched last night, but his situation was different. Could the creation of the serum be even more difficult?

On reflection, it did indeed seem essential to prepare an "antidote".

He knew that recruiting a doctor as soon as possible was ideal, but the problem was he lacked the strength to attract one.

The old butler had said, once he met certain conditions, doctors would naturally come to him.

As for what those conditions were...

The equipment in the basement wasn’t fully supplemented yet, and even the basic configuration hadn’t met the requirements.

So, preparations needed to continue.

Speaking of the toxin, how did the granny use her poison?

Such information couldn’t be found online, and even if it could, it would surely be hidden among countless pieces of data, well concealed.

This was something Feng Yi had to learn.

The granny was very wealthy, extremely wealthy indeed. Feng Yi was aware of this.

It was apparent from the inheritance she left to him.

She had her own descendants, and apart from the property left to her biological children and grandchildren, she left Feng Yi a substantial amount of cash and a mansion.

Beyond these, Feng Yi believed the most valuable and extraordinary gift she had left was a few talented individuals.

Feng Yi was curious whether the granny had created greater value with her poison usage.

Should he ask the butler for details?

The butler might not hold back and could reveal it all to him directly.

But Feng Yi hesitated.

Given his current lack of strength, not even able to recruit a doctor, what if he learnt too much, succumbed to temptation, and did something foolish?

He might not only fail to make money but could also risk exposing himself.

After all, he didn’t have any trustworthy, professional talents to assist him at the moment.

The butler had his responsibilities, but he couldn’t address these highly specialized issues regarding the toxin.

Therefore, before recruiting a doctor, it was best to continue developing at the current pace.

Do what one can according to one’s ability, without overreaching. That was what Feng Yi had learned since leaving the Feng Family to strike out on his own.

He wasn’t some high-IQ genius. For now, he would proceed at his own pace.

After lunch, Feng Yi went down to the underground laboratory. After flipping through some documents, he proceeded with today’s toxin extraction.

Now, he collected some venom each day to keep the poison glands active, preventing them from atrophying due to disuse during the evolutionary mutation process.

Yesterday, he extracted 5 milliliters and felt no pressure during the process. So, today, he would take...

"6 milliliters then."

He would gradually increase the amount each day until he felt pressure, at which point he would stop.

After storing the toxin in a tube and marking it, he pondered a bit before sticking a "chicken eating" label on it.

"I wonder what the toxicity of the venom released after eating the chicken will be."