167 Chicken Soup - 167

When Zhou Fan asked the question, all of the animals, besides the fox, nodded immediately. They had been feeling jealous that the fox and the butterfly could play the instrument, but they couldn't.

Even the butterfly wanted something else. Zhou Fan just planned on giving her a smaller harp.

After looking at the animals and thinking about what instruments would suit them best, Zhou Fan started creating them.

For the butterfly, Zhou Fan gave a tiny harp. She wouldn't have to fly around with its size and could play it like the fox.

For the deer, Zhou Fan gave a tambourine and a pair of maracas. Anything else would probably be too hard for her. The maracas and the tambourine, however, would be able to fit in her mouth.

For the mole, he gave four drums. He would be able to play them with each of his legs and since he walked on all fours it would work perfectly.

Finally, he gave the chicken a guitar. Although he couldn't play the harp since his legs were too small, the guitar strings were much closer together. He would be able to stand on the guitar and play it easily.

Now that he had given them new instruments, Zhou Fan had an animal band. The fox played the harp, the chicken played the guitar, the mole played the drums, the butterfly played a small harp, and the deer played the maracas/tambourines.

After creating the instruments, Zhou Fan taught the animals how to play them. It didn't take long for them to learn and within five minutes, Zhou Fan and the animals were playing a song that required multiple instruments.

Since they had little practice, they were somewhat clumsy at first, but they soon got the hang of it.

From the land in front of Zhou Fan's house, a pleasant song with many different instruments was playing.

If there was anyone else to hear it, they would surely call it the greatest musical piece of all time. After more than three hours of playing many songs, Zhou Fan and the animals stopped.

They were all happy and satisfied with their results. Since it was about dinner time, Zhou Fan brought the animals to the area beside the waterfall.

He left them there once again, before soon bringing back food. He had changed the menu a little bit, but the food was the same for the most part.

After they were done, Zhou Fan heard resounding praises. Afterwards, he gathered the animals in front of the pond.

Zhou Fan could see the curiosity in their eyes, but they were bound to be disappointed.

"Come here chicken." Zhou Fan said while holding his arms out and squating.

"Yes brother Fan?" The chicken asked while walking towards him. "What do you need?"

Once the chicken was in Zhou Fan's arms and he picked him up, Zhou Fan looked him in the eyes.

"I'm sorry my friend." Before the chicken could react, he was flying into the pond.

"I trusted you!" He screamed as he fell into the water.

Just as the other animals were about to run away, Zhou Fan quickly grabbed them and threw them in one by one. From the look on their faces as they ran, you would think their lives were being threatened.

Just as Zhou Fan thought he was done, he realized he had missed a person. The fox was standing on the opposite edge of the pond.

"If it has to happen, at least let me go in on my own terms." The fox said. She then fell into the pond facing upwards. Her expression made it seem like she was facing an inevitable death.

After around 30 seconds, Zhou Fan pulled them up from the water. They were angry, but unharmed.

Once again, Zhou Fan started a fire while surrounded by angry glares. After he was done, he left before the animals tried to kill him.

Soon, it was night, and Zhou Fan fell asleep.

The next morning, Zhou Fan woke up. Surprisingly, there was no chicken barging through his door.

Zhou Fan felt it was unusual, but he let it go. He opened the door to step out, but as soon as he did, he felt his instincts go off. Sadly, it was too late.

Zhou Fan stepped on a net that pulled upwards and had him hanging from his roof.

"Hahahaha!" Zhou Fan looked around after hearing laughter, and found each of the animals pointing and laughing while rolling on the ground.

"Good prank, but it isn't that funny." Zhou Fan said before he freed himself from the net.

Later at dinner, the animals were surprised to see that they weren't getting only meat or vegetables this time.

Instead, a big pot of soup was prepared.

"What are we eating Brother Fan?" The butterfly asked.

"Nothing special. Where I come from, we call it chicken noodle soup." Zhou Fan said with a smile.

The chicken was confused for a second, but soon remembered his name.

"What do you mean chicken noodle soup?" He asked nervously.

"Well. It's noodles... and chicken." Zhou Fan responded. As he responded, he grabbed a spoonful of the soup and took a bite. "Yum." He said while staring at the chicken.

Before anything else happened, the chicken was running away at full speed. Zhou Fan laughed as he did so.

The rest of the animals, however, didn't find it so funny.

"I'm only kidding." He told the rest of the animals. "It's beef soup."

Only then did the rest of the animals feel safe and begin eating. In the middle of their dinner, the chicken quietly snuck back to see what was happening.

However, he was greeted with a horrible sight.

"Mmmmmm! This soup is good brother fan." The deer said. The other animals nodded in agreement.

"Is that so? I'll be sure to make more next time. I know just where to find the ingredients." Zhou Fan said while staring directly at the chicken that believed he was hiding.

As he had not heard about it being beef soup, the chicken started running as soon as Zhou Fan laid eyes on him.

As he ran, Zhou Fan once again broke into a fit of laughter.