Half past seven in the evening.
With Mo Yiqing’s skilled driving technique, during peak hours, Yu Xueqing returned to her doorstep from the commercial street in just over ten minutes.
But.
Upon arriving at home, Yu Xueqing was startled when she saw the pickup truck in front of her door, showing a look of surprise.
"Hmm? Why did dad come to the old house?"
Parked by the door was an old Foton pickup truck, and Yu Xueqing immediately recognized it as her father’s.
"I blindly guess it’s definitely old Chen, calling old Deng over to discuss the tea competition."
The sharp-eared and keen-eyed little fox heard the conversation between Yu Zhenghong and Chen Fengshui inside the house, even from a distance, as Ansheng spoke with a strange expression.
"Your dad is also at home?"
Mo Yiqing just parked the car when she heard Yu Xueqing muttering, glanced around the entrance, and asked:
"Ah Qing, is there a supermarket nearby? I want to buy some cigarettes and alcohol for your uncle. It’s my first visit, and it’s not very appropriate to come empty-handed."
"No need, no need, my dad gets a sore jaw from smoking, and you’ve already bought so many things for Xiaolan, it’s nowhere near making you spend more..."
Yu Xueqing shook her head, helping carry the clothes Mo Yiqing bought into the house from the car.
Entering the courtyard, Yu Xueqing saw her smiling parents sitting inside, with the village chief sitting on the single sofa muttering:
"It’s settled for our village’s tea competition, with oolong tea from the summer and autumn seasons, though slightly inferior in taste to spring tea, you’ll need to pay more attention to the picking season recently. If you can’t find a suitable tea master, I can introduce one."
"Summer and autumn tea naturally have an awkward position, without a good tea master, it’s difficult to break out."
"Also, there’ve been wild boars on the mountain recently, all families with pets and those who’ve invited the master should....."
Stare——
Ansheng, perched on Yu Xueqing’s shoulder, stared directly at old Chen inside the house.
Old Chen seemed to sense something, glanced over with his peripheral vision, became stiff throughout, but pretended not to see, and said solemnly to Yu Zhenghong and Chen Peipei: "Anyway, be careful when taking pets out for walks, and feed them plenty of snacks at home to prevent them from becoming depressed and making noise to disturb the residents."
"Dad, Mom, I’m back, hello Uncle Chen." Carrying the little fox on her shoulder, Yu Xueqing smiled brightly as she greeted her parents and then said hello to old Chen:
"Dad, Mom, come and see, the most beautiful girl in our school has come to visit us."
Yu Xueqing took Mo Yiqing’s little hand, leading the school flower from Xinxing Agricultural College inside to introduce her to her parents.
"Hello Uncle and Aunt! It’s my first meeting, and I didn’t have time to prepare any gifts, but I happened to bring a box of foreign liquor for Uncle..."
With a slightly embarrassed expression, Mo Yiqing handed Yu Xueqing’s father an unwrapped black box.
Earlier, Yu Xueqing said no one was home, she was staying alone at the old house.
With her relationship with Yu Xueqing, gifts weren’t necessary, but Mo Yiqing hadn’t anticipated that Yu Xueqing’s family would have elders at home.
Luckily, during last night’s KTV gathering, Mo Yiqing had brought several bottles of alcohol in the trunk while heading to the KTV.
Although gifting whiskey felt odd, it was still better than arriving empty-handed, holding only some shopping bags.
"What are you saying, just come, no need to bring any gifts."
Seeing the alcohol Mo Yiqing was offering, Yu Zhenghong quickly pushed it back, refusing to take it.
"Female classmate, school flower?" Chen Peipei looked at Mo Yiqing’s appearance and figure, gasped slightly, then subtly asked Yu Xueqing: "Ah Qing... isn’t your school just for farming and planting rice? Your classmate this..."
"Momo studies agricultural resources and environment, but we’re all in the same dormitory. Aside from some specialized courses, the overall course content is quite similar."
Yu Xueqing explained to her mom, Chen Peipei, adding: "Besides, Momo is very nice and often treats me to food."
Yu Xueqing introduced Mo Yiqing to her parents, talking about how Mo Yiqing frequently treated her at school.
Across the table, old Chen faced Master Fox, who was sitting on the table, looking awkwardly.
One person and one fox stared at each other, with Ansheng curiously surveying old Chen.
Old Chen sat upright, looking noble and firm, completely unlike someone preparing to snitch.
"Stop pretending!"
Rolling her eyes, Ansheng whimpered and said: "We foxes are honest foxes, yesterday’s incident was really just a pure accident."
"How could I know that thing was so strong."
"We foxes really don’t do anything illegal, but our village did produce a talented person, I just wonder if you remember the guy wandering around the village taking videos and doing tricks, Chen Nian, he’s now gone to learn martial arts."
"What’s he learning? Of course, it’s the traditional American martial art of large-caliber revolver quick draw."
Though old Chen couldn’t understand fox language, and with many people in the living room, it wasn’t convenient for the little fox to type, Ansheng still conveyed some good news to old Chen.
Our Changxi Town has produced talents. When the time comes for a feast in the ancestral hall, remember to tell the ancestors.
...
Despite feeling like sitting on pins due to Master Fox’s watchful eye, old Chen diligently talked about the tea competition matters with Yu Zhenghong.
Old Chen spoke earnestly and introduced some seasoned tea masters to Yu Zhenghong.
Regarding Yu Zhenghong’s participation, old Chen sincerely hoped their family could stand out and win the championship, ideally surpassing the Lin Family to become the richest in the village.
Otherwise.....
Master Fox was just too terrifying, even able to get core components of automatic rifles.
If Ah Hong’s family remains so poor, old Chen dared not imagine whether Master Fox would end up selling planes and tanks, making US dollars on the international market to help subsidize Ah Hong’s family expenses.
"For a mere village-level selection, isn’t it something achievable with a hand? Why make it so serious? Tea enterprises and major tea farmers aren’t participating in village-level competitions."
Ansheng lay in Mo Yiqing’s arms, raised her little foot to tap Yu Xueqing’s arm, confidently said:
"Ah Qing, if you trust Ansheng, make a wish. Although my strongest cyber technology tea-making skill is sealed, once I learned something from that old guy back then."
"One fox, an iron pot, with three bottles of ice coke and two roast chickens, no matter when the tea was picked in spring, summer, autumn or winter, I can fry hundreds of tons of the king, smacking all judges into a pulp."
"Just, by then, it might require old Deng to follow me to learn for a few days, after all, tea produced by a fox is obviously impossible to pass food safety certification."
"No... better let old Chen learn from me, then old Chen teaches old Deng. Better that idea as old Deng has high blood pressure, I worry if he sees a fox frying tea, his pressure might explode."
"Whimper whimper whimper——"
"Master master~ Fox knows this, when we have upset stomachs, we eat grass, Fox knows there’s super effective grass over there..."
Even if Ansheng’s strongest tea-making skill poses a safety risk and can’t be used, he’s still very confident to win the village level tea competition with autumn tea.
However, Ansheng’s confident words turned slightly odd after machine translation through Yu Xueqing’s brain.
"Alright alright alright——Our Xiaolan is the best, then we’ll ask our Xiaolan to find the good tea leaves."
[Master Fox above, bless my Ah Hong to stand out in village-level competitions, compete in city-level, and provincial. My Ah Hong sincerely desires to fry tea! ——Yu Zhenghong glanced at the Master Fox invited by Ah Qing, inside feeling servile like a fly rubbing hands, secretly praying for blessing.]
[Wish fulfilled: Master Fox’s tea-making (The tea culture is long-standing, individual families compete for brilliance, each in a realm of divine fight, battles of gods, priced at three to five thousand per jin, making others dumbfounded, thus respecting so-called tea leaves, delivering a punch)]
"Hmm? Why’re you getting involved, old Deng?" Ansheng saw the wish refreshed in her mind, rolled her eyes.
Greedy middle-aged old Deng.
Even thinking of joining the provincial level competition, if not afraid of a fifty thousand fine, Ansheng could take out the genuine nuclear radiation-level tea-making technique developed in a previous life.
"Ah Qing, ignore old Deng, he’s too absurd."