The parrot plopped down on the table, using its wings to wipe the sweat from its head, grumbled, "From now on, don't treat me as a carrier pigeon, it's really tiring, alright!"
As soon as it finished speaking,
Qin Feng casually tossed it two specialized pellets for Spirit Birds that he had refined earlier.
The parrot's eyes instantly lit up, and it no longer complained about being tired, greedily starting to eat.
Li Qianqian by the side widened her eyes in astonishment, "This parrot can speak human language? How fun—honey, what do you think about roasting it for a meal? It's been a long time since we've eaten a Spirit Bird."
The parrot heard this, got frightened, and fluttered its wings, hiding behind Qin Feng: "Boss, aren't there any more letters to deliver? I think I'm better off delivering letters!"
"Both of you quiet down for a moment."
Qin Feng, uninterested in their antics, focused on studying the recipe.
Of course.
He didn't know about brewing.
