"Did you smash through the wall?"
"Are you cosplaying as the Invincible Flower who walks through walls?"
Seeing the restaurant owner and Lao Deng entangled with each other, Ansheng looked at the debris of the wall on the ground. The little fox face showed a surprised expression as he looked at Aqing and cooed.
Although Aqing was known to be strong, the fact that she could knock down a wall three and a half meters wide and two and a half meters high, with plaster on both sides, was a bit shocking.
"I wouldn't say I smashed it, right?"
Aqing thought for a moment, raised her arm, and recreated the scene for Little An who was perched on her shoulder.
"You ran too fast, and I couldn't get through the drainage hole, so in my mind, Uncle Long's parkour wall-scaling skill suddenly popped up."
"Just plant one foot on the wall, then bounce off the neighboring wall, step with the left foot, and then right foot to ascend..."
"Just that..." Aqing showed an embarrassed expression, glanced at the collapsed brick wall guiltily, and said, "I didn't expect the wall to be such a shoddy construction..."
Aqing actually had a good plan. She knew her physical condition was decent, definitely not a fragile college student.
She thought to plant her foot hard on the wall, use the friction of her shoe against the wall to spring herself to the adjacent structure, then pull herself over the wall's top to chase after the little fox.
But Aqing completely didn't expect.
When she planted her foot, it directly knocked down an eighteen-centimeter-thick plastered wall.
She admitted it was her fault and was willing to actively take responsibility for the subsequent compensation.
But Aqing still wanted to say that the wall must have been shoddily built; otherwise, how could she have possibly knocked it down?
"......." Seeing Aqing muttering, Ansheng's little fox face twitched and didn't really want to speak.
If he remembered correctly, when Aqing punched the strength testing machine at the Youth Palace with full force, her punch was over 100 kg, and her sweeping kick was close to 300 kg.
The wall might have been shoddy, but it was still eighteen centimeters thick.
I can only say....
Aqing on her way to cosplaying a truck was, like myself, a path of no return.
"Hehe.... when the time comes, we'll sanctify our bodies and cosplay as a speed bump on the highway." The little fox rubbed Aqing's cheek confidently, offering a proposal.
'Aqing is so great and strong; the fox loves it....'
Aqing rolled her eyes.
...
After pausing a while in the alley, the restaurant owner didn't ask Yu Zhenghong for compensation. As long as no one was hurt, rebuilding a wall doesn't cost much since the materials were all there; just get some cement.
Only that.
Before buying cement mortar, the restaurant owner thought about buying steel reinforcement, fearing this wall might cause another accident and hurt someone again.
Everyone got back into their cars and continued their journey.
This time, Yu Zhenghong walked in front, sending the hotel location to Chen Peipei.
"Wow! Jiule Grand Restaurant!"
Ansheng, sitting in the passenger seat, saw the destination on the navigation and couldn't help but chuckle, giving a big thumbs up to Lao Deng's choice in his heart.
The culture of morning tea is not native but entered Xia Dong with economic development and population migration, evolving over time into something localized—not a complete copy of Cantonese dim sum.
But still, the earliest and the best you can find in Jiule City is at Jiule Grand Restaurant.
Though with a per capita expenditure of 150 to 200, it's not exactly the first choice for a family gathering.
"When we get in, first order five steamer baskets of shrimp dumplings, then two baskets of crab roe siu mai, then a sampler platter, and end with a bowl of rich taro paste dessert."
The little fox, sitting on Aqing's lap, seriously and solemnly declared what he wanted to eat.
All the dim sum at Jiule Grand Restaurant is handmade, and just thinking about the shrimp dumplings made with newly sourced shrimp made Ansheng drool.
Once inside, ignore everything else, just grab shrimp dumplings, fish balls, and siu mai and shove them into your mouth.
"Okay, okay, plenty of shrimp dumplings for you later." Aqing responded with a big grin, promising the little fox.
[Hmm.... I don't know if I can say these things, but it should be okay; I hope the Fox Immortal blesses my fitness success, and I'll physically eliminate that damn scumbag when I return—Chen Qiao, who is in Jiule Grand Restaurant, seeing the spiritual Fortune Fox beside her, couldn't help but make a wish in her heart to the Fortune Fox.]
[Wish Granted: Physically eliminate scumbag (before meeting the parents, Chen Qiao's boyfriend went missing, leaving all messages read but not replied to, filling Chen Qiao with resentment. She hoped to receive the Fortune Fox's protection and punch the scumbag away)]
"Uh..."
Seeing the wish list shimmering with golden light, Ansheng opened the detail page, saw a freshly updated wish, and couldn't help but be stunned. He looked over at the little girl in the white sun protection clothing beside him and teased:
"Fortune Fox, I'm not too good with matchmaking, but if you want to personally eliminate the scumbag, it shouldn't be too difficult....."
"It's just a matter of whether you can accept having a slightly pointy-headed person who needs to shave daily."
The little fox queuing up stuck its head into the neighboring line and whimpered.
"Sorry..."
Aqing, seeing this, grabbed the little fox back, apologized to Chen Qiao's family, and patted the little fox's butt as a lesson: "Little An likes to join the fun..."
"It's nothing, nothing." Chen Qiao heard and smiled, waving her hand to show she wasn't scared.
"Aqing, stop messing around. Fortune Fox is currently concocting the Nine Dragon Body Protection scumbag elimination prescription for the lady. As long as she takes the prescribed dose, she'll be sending that scumbag off for a week's wake during the National Day holiday."
Fortune Fox, looking all serious, whimpered.
'Fox wants a big sister! Big sister~'
But Aqing pretended not to hear, followed her family behind the waiter, and seated themselves in the restaurant's private room.
"Hey, Dad, our Music Note Shop is temporarily closed, right?"
"A lot of people are private messaging me asking when our Music Note Shop will open again, requesting more individual packs of trial teas for sale..."
"Also, a fan asked if we have any traditionally rolled tea for sale."
Sitting in her chair, Aqing brought up some of the private message questions to Yu Zhenghong.
Business is critically important.
But before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the tea business run by Aqing's family was mostly on break except for servicing some old clients and bulk purchases, even having people temporarily helping to handle offline business at the tea site.
Yu Zhenghong and Chen Peipei had no heart for business, focusing on holiday gatherings and family reunions back home.
"Tea produced with traditional rolling methods?" On hearing Aqing talk about methods nearly as old as himself, Yu Zhenghong couldn't help but be surprised and said, "There are no tea factories using traditional rolling methods now; small test batches might, but not for actual production."
Ever since the 918 rolling tea machines appeared, and to comply with the Food Safety Law, the traditional foot-rolled method has long been eliminated. Now, when they say a master personally manages the production, it means the master personally pushes the electric button.
As long as the master's technique is up to scratch, there's no difference in using a rolling machine or hand rolling.
Otherwise.
After finishing rolling a couple of hundred kilos of fresh tea leaves, even masters would have to go to the orthopedic hospital.
"Hmm?"
Upon hearing this while sliding his hand over the table, Ansheng cast a glance at Aqing, whimpered, and teased:
"Aqing, you're better off ignoring that person. In my professional opinion, the guy who messaged you isn't interested in the tea at all; he's a bit of a creep."