"Lamb stew with bread, hold the bread, thanks..."
Seeing Ah Qing and the others eating lamb stew with bread, Ansheng was actually quite interested, especially when he saw them adding that super fragrant chili oil to the stew.
But considering his inconvenience in wiping his butt, Ansheng could only sigh deeply and order a dish.
"Boss, could you pack a lamb stew with bread for me, but without the bread..." Ah Qing heard Xiaolan mention food and promptly told the boss.
"Alright, lamb stew with br—" The busy owner in the open kitchen instinctively agreed, but halfway through, the ladle poised to scoop the stew froze in mid-air:
"Lamb stew without bread is just lamb soup, isn't it? Couldn't you just order a bowl of lamb soup instead?" The owner grumbled silently to himself, quietly serving up the lamb soup.
The lamb soup also comes with bread, but it's optional and doesn't need to be torn apart.
.......
"Boohoo—The tickets for the 'Song of Everlasting Regret' are sold out." Lingren looked at the sold-out notice on his phone screen and announced to everyone: "The 'Song of Everlasting Regret' tickets come with free admission to Huaqing Pool; it's quite a discount. Nowadays, it seems you have to scramble for tickets…"
"Why don't we go to the Hanfu experience center first and try on some Hanfu for photos?"
As Lingren spoke, he instinctively glanced at Mo Yiqing and Tang You, subtly pursing his lips.
"Hmm... I want to pick a red one. Today really scared me, I need to calm myself." Ah Qing expressed as she approached Lingren.
"We have red ones, let's head over first!" Led by Lingren, everyone headed to the Hanfu experience center.
Lingren didn't change into Hanfu but sat honestly next to the little fox.
"Squeak?"
Ansheng gave Lingren a strange look.
And Lingren patted the little fox's head.
After waiting a moment, when the stylist finished applying makeup and changing clothes for the three, Lingren's eyes lit up. He quickly exclaimed to Mo Yiqing: "Wow, so beautiful; now that you're all changed, I'll hand the little fox over to you, my turn to change..."
"Hey, wait a second, Momo, your belt seems a bit crooked, let me fix it for you."
Lingren, looking surprised, stepped forward to tidy up Mo Yiqing's waist belt.
"Momo, your waist is so slim... Wow~ hands are so cold."
"Buzz off!"
"Alright then...."
Watching Lingren bounce around Mo Yiqing, only to be told to "Buzz off," Ansheng was left speechless with embarrassment.
Obviously, the worldly-wise Mo Yiqing knew his roommate Lingren's true colors.
"Hehe... Xiaolan, come check out my outfit."
Ah Qing stepped out after changing into Hanfu. Her Hanfu clearly leaned towards the Wei and Jin winds with wide sleeves, all in a red base, with black trim lining the coat and cuffs, embroidered with golden patterns.
"Hmm... this red really is quite pleasing." Ansheng watched Ah Qing twirl in front of him, liking the red on her but momentarily couldn't find the words to describe that low-saturation red.
Ansheng, after thinking, had a realization and said:
"That's right! Cochineal red! Ah Qing, your cochineal red dress looks quite nice."
But the little fox's compliment landed in Ah Qing's ear:
'Squee squee! Master Master, how come you're wearing the skin of the bugs from the cactus, it looks so weirdly good...'
"......"
Ah Qing's face stiffened upon hearing this, she sat down angrily, pinching the little fox's cheeks and said:
"It's cochineal red, not me peeling the bug skins from cacti and wearing them. The shopkeeper said, rented Hanfu shouldn't have the Master Fox hugged while wearing it, this set cost over five hundred, whether nice or not, it must look nice."
"I said it looks nice, didn't I? Is there a traitor running the translation software in your head?" said Ansheng, with a muffled voice as Ah Qing pinched his cheeks: "Or maybe I should thicken my face and ask Wang Qiqi to lend me a couple of bottles of Spirit Particle Potion to update your software version."
Even though Ansheng was mocking like this, he wasn't actually intending to borrow it.
Ah Qing's innate translation was clearly more advanced than that of the Woodcutters.
Ah Qing's translation was universal and global, while the Woodcutters' translation was restricted to a single category.
.......
Chang'an City of Eternal Night's name is quite literal, with traffic sometimes at eleven o'clock at night.
Wearing Hanfu, Mo Yiqing drove the car, cursing the ancestors of traffic lights for eight generations.
"Damn it! Traffic jam at eleven, in ancient times soldiers rested, even raiding cavalry waits for traffic lights now!"
"Move! This place starts 99+ with a red light! Even risqué photos in the group don't dare hit 99+, but does the road administration dare! They aren't afraid of being cursed for eighteen generations!"
The cold fairy in Hanfu cursed all the way from the driver's seat.
Ansheng clicked his tongue in amazement, jesting:
"Now I get why muscle car enthusiast Momo switched to electric cars after moving to Chang'an..."
"Stuck in traffic is already annoying, listening to V8 rumbling makes it worse."
"Electric cars are the way to go, quiet, plenty of air conditioning."
Going into the city meant traffic jams, and heading home coincided with the event dispersal, causing a half-hour delay before everyone finally returned to the Fox Kingdom Hotel.
Mo Yiqing, his face dark as ink, glanced at the new car he had just brought back that day and headed toward the hotel.
"Hey cousin! Get two electric scooters and four cute girl helmets over here!"
"A damn ten-minute journey took half an hour, driving made my crotch burn up."
"Annoying! Do you know the feeling when the goddess agrees to a room, but there are hundreds of garments, making you peel them off like corn one by one?"
"Yah ha ha ha..." Mo Shengjie burst into laughter.
.......
Back at the hotel, everyone didn't return to the suite to bathe; Tang You, with a grand gesture, bought tickets directly to relax in the Fox Kingdom Hotel's bathhouse.
Ansheng's eyes shone, though he had traveled extensively in his past life, soaking wasn't particularly significant to him.
The northern tea regions were relatively sparse, and Ansheng didn't venture north frequently, running mostly through the south.
"Sorry, foxes are not allowed...."
"But we do have a pet storage service."
The bathhouse operated twenty-four hours, but its clientele didn't include foxes.
The bathhouse receptionist eyed the little fox, locking gazes with Master Fox.
"Squee squee~ squee!"
Just as Master Fox was about to flip the table and drain the bathhouse pool, a squeaky voice came forth, and a gray-black hairless fox stepped out from the neighboring room, addressing Ansheng:
"Brother! They're not from our Hu Family, they rented the hotel's room to run a bathhouse."
"Come over to us! Over there, it's full of human oppression against us foxes, very scary."
"Squee?"
Ansheng looked at the hairless fox that came out opposite, not caring about its words but asked it in disbelief: "Brother... what's your story?"
"Me? I'm the Arctic Fox!"
"Arc...Arctic Fox?" Ansheng drew a cold breath.