"What are you thinking about? I'm in a rush to get to the supermarket in Botou to buy a pack of cigarettes, then light them up to burn the butts of foreigners, hoping they might spill some gold coins."
Ansheng, who had just taken a nap and saw Ah Qing's hand almost reaching to pat her fox butt, rolled her eyes dramatically and complained.
A noble fox like me, a lucky omen, could never poop or pee on a high-speed train seat, right?
I'm in a hurry to Botou to handle some business.
"Oh...in a rush to bite the sheep's butt, scared me."
Hearing this, Ah Qing breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the little fox was not thinking of using the seat as a toilet, it was all good.
According to the current high-speed train policy, cats and dogs weighing no more than 30 kilograms, with a shoulder height below 40 centimeters, can travel with a health certificate and pet permit.
But if they go on the high-speed train, a cleaning fee is required. Moreover, the pet travel policy on the high-speed trains is still in trial; if there's too big of a mess, in the future, pets might not be allowed on trains.
"Little fox..."
"Also has a penchant for chasing sheep and biting their butts?" Tang You, who was watching the familiar yet unfamiliar grassland scenery out the window, was momentarily stunned upon hearing the interaction between Ah Qing and Xiaolan, a look of surprise crossing her face.
"Ah Qing, you must have misheard, right? Knowing my character, if I wanted to use the bathroom in the dorm, I'd probably need a ride to get relaxed, I doubt he'd chase a sheep's butt to bite it..."
Tang You, although she couldn't understand animal language, was familiar with Ansheng's character.
In the dorm, even needing to use the bathroom, he's too lazy to get down to the ground, he'd hop on someone's shoulder to get a ride to the balcony to relieve himself.
If you said Doggy would chase sheep, a llama, Tang You would believe it, but as for the leisurely Ansheng...
"He really said he's going to chase a sheep's butt!" Ah Qing lifted the little fox from her lap, shook him a bit, and said thoughtfully, "Maybe...because we're in the grasslands, the fox's bloodline awakened?"
"By the way, where does this fox come from again..."
Ah Qing already knew that Xiaolan was supposed to be a second-level protected little waste because his albino nature made survival in the wild impossible, so he ran to the city.
But to be honest, Ah Qing only knew the little fox's birthday was in November but didn't know where he came from.
"Why are you asking about my hometown? Planning to release me into the forest? I'll bite you!" The little fox looked at Ah Qing warily.
The last person to ask where I was from was the village chief, Old Chen.
Right after he asked, I was loaded onto a pickup truck.
......
After two hours, the high-speed train crossing the grasslands approached Botou station, slowing down as it entered the station.
"Let's go to my house first! Drop your luggage, then I'll take you to explore the city."
"You all better remember, while at my place, take your phones out often, check travel guides, and try to leave before mealtime..."
"Otherwise...you'll end up smelling like milk too."
Before they exited the station, Tang You turned around and solemnly looked at her dorm friends.
On the first day home, you might miss the lamb or the milk tea from home.
But by the third day, still eating the lamb they killed on the first day home, your longing will fade.
"What's it like to smell like milk?" Lingren murmured softly, feeling like whatever Tang You was talking about sounded very appealing.
"It's the kind of feeling when you're using laxatives, sitting on the toilet, clenching your fists so hard your face turns red, and there's still no result." Tang You, full of black lines, commented as they headed towards the parking lot.
From Tang You's observation, both Ah Qing and Lingren had the habit of eating fruits and vegetables every meal, and Momo, from Lingnan, even if full, would order a plate of leafy greens to lighten the meal.
They probably have never experienced the pain of eating so much meat you get constipated.
But Tang You felt that with them following her home, it wouldn't take three days for them to understand the regret of not having experienced constipation.
"Really strong?"
Seeing Tang You crouch down beside a Japan-branded vehicle to retrieve keys from under the car, Momo was puzzled and asked, "Aren't baskets popular here?"
"Well, it still needs to be easy to fix. That thing's too high-tech; it's okay in the city, but out in the grasslands, you need this reliable big iron box."
Tang You unlocked the car with the key, and the others quickly understood the significance of Tang You's "big iron box."
The dashboard didn't even have a large screen; there wasn't even a car computer, just a CD player on top.
"Wow, a diesel version from the posh district..."
The retro vibe hit hard, and Momo glanced at the door plaque and couldn't help but comment, "Hardcore!"
Aside from the air conditioning, there was nothing technological inside, making it robust, indeed!
This car was even plainer than an old JDM (Japanese Domestic Market).
"This thing...is it the legendary toy with a trunk where you can mount a machine gun and shoot?"
Ah Qing had no interest in cars, but Ansheng, sitting in the car, was quite interested, tapping around inside to verify the legend.
As they hit the road.
Driving past a wide road, Tang You pointed to a sign outside the window and said, "Look! Check out the signage on the left, told you I wasn't lying! I said I could take you to drive a tank."
[Tank ↓↑ Special Lane.]
[Military vehicles have priority; social vehicles should yield.]
"Now, that's truly hardcore. My off-roader is just convenient for fixing, an economical and effective vehicle," Tang You explained the specialty of Botou to her friends.
The three people and one fox in the car were amazed by the tank-special-lane signs hanging by the road.
The three hurriedly took out their phones to photograph and record the slightly absurd yet courteous, and hardcore and wild signage.
Tang You drove into the east suburban area, and soon, a long row of ultra-modern styled villa settlements built on the city's edge appeared before them.
Several vehicles loaded with linked meats were parked in front of the self-built villa area.
Tang You took a glance, sighed deeply, and drove to her villa's entrance.
A row of villas with uniform appearances were built with dual-colored stone-clad exteriors. Large warm-tone stones adorned the walls, while black matte stones decorated the crossbeams of the floors.
Tang You, carrying the luggage, pushed open the copper door and entered the courtyard paved with granite, walking to the center courtyard enclosed by glass railings, and called down to the two elders inside: "Grandpa, Grandma, I'm back!"
"Hey!"
Sitting under a sun umbrella, the elders greeted their granddaughter and her friends with a smile.
"Back? Come over for some milk tea!"
"Sure! I'll come over after I drop off the luggage," Tang You responded to her grandparents and continued towards the villa.
"Seems different from what I imagined," Ah Qing mused after a moment, saying, "I remember the promotional videos..."
"Two hundred." Tang You seemed to know exactly what Ah Qing intended to say, and randomly blurted out a figure.
"What's two hundred?" Ah Qing was puzzled.
"Two hundred to enter the Mongolian Tent." Tang You turned her head with a resigned expression and complained, "Wake up! Those were all tourist destination promotional videos; you have to buy a ticket to enter and see the stereotypical Mongolian tent."
"If there were a lot of Mongolian tents, they would've already been blown to the Imperial Capital by the spring sandstorm to have tea with the old Beijingers."
Ah Qing & Momo & Lingren: "......"
Well...that does make a lot of sense!
Couldn't find a point to refute.