Chapter 11 Let Timothy Carry the Hen

Immediately after, a series of clucking sounds came from the plastic bag, and Timothy's face darkened! "What is it?" Pushing the plastic bag down, Lillian gently patted the hen's back. "It's a hen. There's a pot in the basket, and it has no more space. Sit in the backseat and help me hold it. Don't worry about it, I'll tie its legs together with a rope. Hold it tightly, and it won't kick you." Timothy hadn't even touched a feather, let alone caught a chicken! But ever since he got together with this woman, he had been eating at a roadside stall every morning, riding an electric bicycle, and even hugging a chicken after work at night! Timothy's chest kept rising and falling. Lillian looked at him strangely, "What's wrong? Why do you look like this?" "I am fine." Timothy forced a smile. Afraid of being discovered by Lillian, he sat in the back seat first. "Let's go. It's getting late. We need to sleep early."