Chapter 286 Fans of the Live Broadcast of Helping Farmers Became Interested in Chicken Soup

He chose to bring goods to the villagers of Dawa Village, so Zhao Feng couldn't hesitate or act coy.

Zhao Feng will show off his past style of selling goods and introduce his upcoming products in front of all fans and friends.

"Eggplants, potatoes, sweet potatoes, beans, cantaloupe, we have everything here. You can sign up for anything you want!"

Fans clapped their hands immediately when they heard this, because their homes are now in better condition and there is a shortage of food and goods.

"Zhao Feng, hurry up and put it on the shelves. We will buy whatever you put on the shelves. We need these agricultural and sideline products!"

Sweet potatoes, potatoes, eggplants, cantaloupe, Zhao Feng has nothing to recommend these.

After all, these fruits and vegetables are the daily needs of the common people, so Zhao Feng does not want to introduce them too much.

"I won't tell you any more about these sweet potatoes, potatoes, eggplants, etc. If you need them, please hurry up and place your order!"

Zhao Feng said, slapping his hands on the table, frowning deeply, and using a commanding tone, he asked fans to place orders quickly.

When Zhao Feng was curious about the sales of his live broadcast of helping farmers today, a disobedient old hen flew in front of Zhao Feng.

Fans in Zhao Feng's live broadcast room looked very funny as they fluttered around.

"Brother Feng, this old hen seems to be very disobedient. You have to find a way to control it!"

"Okay, everyone here, look at it, Brother Feng, I can catch it with one hand now!"

As he spoke, Zhao Feng rolled up his sleeves and prepared for a fight.

However, this old country hen is indeed a bit wild, and a rough man like Zhao Feng is no match for it in a game.

The old hen was flying back and forth, and its beak even pecked Zhao Feng's arm.

This suddenly made Zhao Feng angry. Zhao Feng couldn't let the millions of fans in his live broadcast room see the joke, so he took off his jacket and prepared for a good fight.

"It seems that if I don't teach you a lesson, you don't know how powerful I am!"

These fans in Zhao Feng's live broadcast room had never seen such a scene before. When Zhao Feng and this old hen were entangled with each other, with no winner or loser, the fans in Zhao Feng's live broadcast room were quite excited to watch.

"It seems it has to be in Brother Feng's live broadcast room. How can other anchors' live broadcast rooms be so fun!"

"Isn't it? Brother Feng's live broadcast room is really fun!"

"I said let's not just look at it in vain. Give Brother Feng some gifts to make him more powerful."

After saying this, there were many more live broadcasts than before. Fans sent gifts for Zhao Feng, including flowers, submarines, and cloud-penetrating arrows.

In short, the live broadcast screen was suddenly exploded with various gifts.

But Zhao Feng was not interested in watching this. He continued to fight with this old hen. In order to win this old hen, Zhao Feng had tried his best.

After struggling for about 10 minutes, Zhao Feng was exhausted by this old hen.

"Damn it today, I swear I won't be a human until I catch you!"

The party secretary of Dawa Village saw that Zhao Feng seemed to be no match for the old hen, so he assisted Zhao Feng from the side. When Zhao Feng pounced, he successfully caught the old hen.

After seeing this scene, the fans in the live broadcast room hurriedly applauded Zhao Feng.

"Brother Feng is awesome, Brother Feng is mighty!"

"Brother Feng, you are great!"

"Wow, wow, here comes Ollie!"

Everyone was shouting for Zhao Feng. Looking at this disobedient old hen, Zhao Feng wanted to get rid of it immediately.

"This guy is so disobedient. It seems that I have to shave it off and put it in a boiling hot pot to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

Zhao Feng did a great favor to the people of Dawa Village today, so it would not be too much to reward Zhao Feng with an old hen.

The village party secretary carried the dead old hen to a nearby well.

With a quick movement, the old hen was instantly dead when the kitchen knife went down, and the fans in the live broadcast room were dumbfounded after seeing it.

"Oh my god, this chicken just ended its life!"

"You look so pitiful."

"Ooooooo, don't kill it, don't kill it!"

This kind of fake sympathy makes Zhao Feng feel very ridiculous. After all, there is no one here who has never eaten chicken or the by-products produced by chicken.

When some people were crying and mourning for this chicken, Zhao Feng laughed and mocked them.

"Have you all forgotten the delicious feeling when you eat chicken?"

Zhao Feng gave the group of fans in his live broadcast room a hard look. If there are still some people who think Zhao Feng's behavior is very cruel.

"Zhao Feng, you really can't do this. Such a cute chicken died in your hands. It's so pitiful!"

Zhao Feng didn't want to say anything more to this kind of person. Zhao Feng just wanted to quickly taste the taste of the old hen stewed soup.

"Village Party Secretary, I'm sorry to bother you, please add a little more MSG when stewing the soup, so that it can be more delicious!"

Zhao Feng has so many demands, but the village party secretary will try his best to satisfy Zhao Feng.

When stewing the old hen, the village party secretary used the firewood cooking method, quickly slaughtered the old hen, put it in an iron pot, and then added water potatoes and mountain mushrooms, and the deliciousness hit his face instantly.

Zhao Feng took a deep breath, his taste buds opened wide, and Zhao Feng's mouth watered when smelling the strong fragrance.

"I'm really sorry. I want to discredit those who are sympathetic. You can hide aside first and don't have to watch this dazzling scene!"

After an hour of cooking, the essence of the old hen was finally boiled out. Holding the bowl of the essence, Zhao Feng reluctantly took a sip.

"It tastes good, it really tastes good. This is the best chicken soup I have ever tasted in my life!"

As he said this, Zhao Feng gave a thumbs up unconsciously. He recognized the taste of this old hen after cooking from the bottom of his heart.

While Zhao Feng was enjoying the deliciousness of old hen soup, the fans in his live broadcast room were already drooling.

"Brother Feng is so fragrant, can you package a copy for us remotely?"

"I'm really sorry. There are some kind-hearted people here who want to chant sutras and pray for Buddha. I can't give you this chicken soup to drink!"

All of a sudden, the thought of killing chickens as a crime disappeared from the live broadcast room. Fans begged Zhaofeng to give them a piece of old hen soup.

"Brother Feng, whoever said this is guilty!"

“The ultimate destination for chickens is to be made into all kinds of delicious food!”

"Stewed chicken, fried chicken nuggets, chicken legs, chicken steaks, chicken tenders, wow, these are my favorites!"

"Brother Feng, please, how can you not share such delicious food with all of us!"

After seeing this, Zhao Feng could only shake his head helplessly and sighed.

"I'm really sorry, dear fans, I can't give you free shipping on this chicken soup because it's a special product!"