Chapter 107: Chaos in the House

The dog and the rooster stood facing each other, two meters apart, both eyeing the other warily.

Fugui let out a low growl from deep in his throat, baring his teeth and crouching low, ready to pounce at any moment.

The little rooster, on the other hand, stood tall and proud, head held high, staring right back at Fugui without flinching.

An Nan looked at the floor, now covered in dog fur and feathers, with a face full of exasperation.

What the heck—did they already get into a fight??

Just as she was wondering how to persuade Fugui to accept this new member, suddenly, as if on cue, both sides sprang into action and charged at each other.

Fugui was as fierce as when he hunted mice, snapping at the rooster’s neck with his mouth while swiping at it with his paws.

But the little rooster wasn’t about to back down. Its head bobbed nimbly, dodging the dog’s jaws with surprising agility, and even managed to peck Fugui in return.

Fugui was furious. With a hefty paw, he smacked the rooster so hard it saw stars.

Seizing the opportunity, he lunged to bite again, but the rooster flapped its wings and actually jumped up out of reach.

For a while, dog and rooster were evenly matched, locked in a chaotic brawl.

An Nan watched the tufts of fur and feathers flying everywhere and couldn’t help but let out a long sigh.

What does “all hell breaks loose” look like?

What does “no peace between chicken and dog” mean?

This is it!

She’d been so focused on the rooster’s bug-catching skills that she’d completely forgotten about Fugui.

Seeing that the two were about to fight each other to exhaustion, An Nan hurried over and gave each of them a kick, sending them flying apart.

“Both of you, knock it off!!”

Of course, it’s hard for a parent to treat everyone exactly the same.

After all, Fugui was the original resident here—her precious little darling.

So when her foot landed on him, she subconsciously held back, just knocking him over.

But the poor little rooster wasn’t so lucky—it went flying a full two meters.

Seeing this, Fugui barked triumphantly, only to get a flick on the head from An Nan.

“You two listen up! You’re going to get along—no more fighting! Or else…”

She glared at each of them in turn, cracking her knuckles menacingly. “Don’t blame me for being rough!”

Both little troublemakers were cowed by their owner’s aura.

Fugui wagged his tail ingratiatingly, rubbing against her legs.

The rooster, meanwhile, paced around, eyeing her sideways.

With peace finally restored, An Nan breathed a sigh of relief and got ready to give Fugui a bath.

Fugui looked utterly unwilling.

Didn’t I just have a bath? Why again?!

As she pushed him into the tub, An Nan scolded, “You ate so many mice downstairs just now you could kill someone! If you don’t get cleaned up, you might be next!”

She made sure to brush his teeth thoroughly, using a special dog toothbrush to scrub every nook and cranny of his mouth.

Once Fugui was squeaky clean and smelling fresh, An Nan reminded him, “No more biting random things, got it?”

She knew, of course, that it wasn’t a big deal for cats or dogs to kill mice—they’re naturally more resistant to the bacteria mice carry than humans are.

But these mice had mutated, after all. Who knew if Fugui could handle whatever mutated germs they might have?

Better safe than sorry.

After finishing Fugui’s bath and drying his fur, An Nan came out to see the little rooster happily munching on a cockroach it had caught.

An Nan: ……

How on earth did that disgusting cockroach get in here??

So weird!

But its fate was grim—the rooster’s sharp beak made quick work of it, beheading it with a single peck and toss.

The rooster gulped down the crunchy cockroach head, then went to work on the body, finishing it off in no time.

An Nan was quite pleased. “Good job!”

She found a small food bowl and poured out a handful of millet.

“Here you go, little rooster!”

She didn’t dare feed it too much—better to leave it hungry enough to keep hunting bugs.

Watching it eat so happily, she thought, even though this rooster wasn’t exactly a pet, since they were sharing a home, she couldn’t just keep calling it “little rooster” forever.

Might as well give it a name.

An Nan looked at Fugui, then at the rooster.

“I’ll call you Laifu!”

It sounded a bit rustic, but simple names are supposed to bring good luck. Just look at Fugui—since she named him, he’d grown big and strong!

And “Laifu” (which means “fortune arrives”) was a lucky name, too.

She liked names with good omens.

Ever since she’d gotten Fugui, her supplies had grown more abundant, and she’d even found gold and diamonds—life was getting more and more prosperous.

Hopefully, with Laifu around, good fortune would keep coming her way.

She picked up the little rooster, now done with its millet. “From now on, you’re Laifu! When I call ‘Laifu,’ you come over, got it?”

Fugui, seeing his owner paying so much attention to the rooster, sidled over jealously, whining at her feet.

An Nan laughed, put the rooster down, and scooped up Fugui to comfort him.

“Don’t worry, I’m the boss of this house, you’re number two, and the rooster’s number three. Your status will never change!”

Fugui happily stretched out his neck to lick her face.

“Hey, hey! You just ate mice and now you want to lick me?!”

An Nan dodged, catching a whiff of the fresh scent of dog shampoo on him.

Then she looked at Laifu, the dusty little rooster on the floor.

Nope, the rooster needed a bath too. Otherwise, it’d run all over the place and get the whole house filthy.

She put Fugui down and went to the bathroom, grabbing Fugui’s bath basin.

Just as she was about to fill it with water, she saw Fugui staring at her in disbelief.

“Woof woof woof woof woof?!”

She couldn’t understand what he was saying, but the tone was clearly accusatory.

He barked and even lifted his front paws to push at her leg.

An Nan couldn’t help but laugh.

Fugui might hate baths, but he was fiercely protective of his bath basin—no way was he letting her use it for the rooster.

So she had to find another basin for Laifu.

She put the rooster in the water, but it kept trying to escape.

When An Nan reached out to stop it, it almost pecked her—thankfully, she dodged just in time.

She responded with a firm slap, hard enough to stun the rooster.

Laifu recovered after a moment, but still seemed defiant, glaring at An Nan as if looking for another chance.

An Nan wasn’t intimidated and stared right back.

Today, she had to make sure it knew who was boss in this house! If it dared peck her again, she’d keep hitting it until it learned its lesson!

And if it never learned…well, she’d just turn it into crispy fried chicken.

After a tense stare-down, Laifu finally looked away, eyes darting to the side.

An Nan knew then that it had given in.

From then on, the little rooster was much more obedient, not even flinching as she poured water over it, letting her do whatever she wanted.

An Nan took out some shampoo, but then had a sudden thought and pulled out a bottle of down feather cleaner.

“Should I be using this to wash you?”

She’d never imagined she’d one day be bathing a chicken, and honestly had no idea what to use.

So she just set both bottles in front of Laifu and let the rooster choose for itself."