Fox Has No Malicious Intent-Chapter 503 - 501: Seeing a Fellow Villager Is Like Seeing a Ghost
"Is it strange? Just now there was sound, and suddenly it’s all quiet?"
Momo, pulling a cart, looked puzzled and knocked on her little sister’s dorm room door. Originally, there was still some faint sound of a TV show coming from inside, but as soon as Momo knocked, it fell silent inside.
"Girls, just think, you’ve been brothers living in the same building for four years."
"It’s already good enough they aren’t spreading rumors about you, yet you actually want to kill them..." Ansheng, sitting on dozens of pounds of mooncakes, opened his mouth to jokingly complain with a broad smile.
What are mooncakes?
In today’s internet slang, this thing is just pure sugar and oil mixed, a calorie bomb.
Momo brought a giant mooncake to school, and according to Ansheng’s calculation of the calories listed on the label, it’s over 20,000 kcal.
Devouring a nine-pound five-nut mooncake can help lovely ladies gain four or five pounds of belly fat.
Momo paraded around with the gigantic mooncake, like a guy wandering the streets of America with a backpack and a white bandana; anyone would be afraid.
Ansheng joyfully grumbled to himself.
But at that moment, a head wearing glasses popped out from a same-floor dormitory.
Zhang Min saw Momo with the cart and smiled cheekily.
But when Momo saw her, his face changed drastically, lifting the beauty pageant trophy in his hand and pointing at her:
"You’re dead! Just try it, and see if I won’t rip your mouth in two."
"Momo~ come help me, please!" Zhang Min walked out of the dorm with a fawning expression, pulling the same kind of cart behind her, piled with boxes of mooncakes.
"You’re popular; look! The guys in the dorm next door or from the School of Animal Science, working outdoors every day, they’re almost wasting away. Help me send these over, won’t you!"
"You’re dead! Get lost...."
Mo Yiqing rolled her eyes, turned around, and ran straight back to her dorm room, ignoring her completely.
Zhang Min and she are both from Lingnan, who doesn’t know the suffering of post-Mid-Autumn Festival syndrome.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, aunts or subsidiary company managers would take the opportunity of visits to send mooncakes and various gifts back home.
Often sending out a box of mooncakes means coming back home with at least three boxes.
There are also those distributed to factory workers, but every year some workers refuse them or are absent, so they just bring them home since they can’t be finished.
This is just the physical stuff; as for things like mooncake vouchers, Mo Yiqing still has over two hundred in her hand, preparing to donate them to the school cafeteria and have the hotel deliver them via refrigerated trucks.
"Seeing fellow countrymen after Mid-Autumn is like seeing a ghost..."
Momo, hiding back in the dorm, wiped the non-existent cold sweat off her forehead and closed all doors and windows tightly, fearing Zhang Min would burst in to deliver mooncakes.
"???"
Ah Qing on the chair, Tang You sitting cross-legged, and Lingren lying on the floor, drying off, looked bewilderedly at the oddly-dressed Momo returning with a metal crystal trophy.
"Did you go hunting in an African tribe?" Ah Qing exclaimed, looking at Momo’s grand harvest.
"Africa is cooler than the southern ridge." Momo rolled her eyes and walked to her desk, took a big sip of water, and said, "I have no choice."
"In previous years, I could trick people into accepting mooncakes. This year, they’ve all gotten wise, even turning the tables. Check later to see what flavors you want to eat and keep them; I’ll haul it over to the guys’ dorm next door!"
"I refuse to believe it; mooncakes weighing nine pounds. If I personally cut them up and serve them, they still won’t take? Oh no, there are three Golden Nine mooncakes, totaling twenty-seven pounds....."
Momo cursed and grumbled her way into the bathroom, leaving the three in the dorm speechless.
But Tang You discreetly pulled out a suitcase from under the keyboard, nonchalantly filling it with milk bricks on the cart. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
There were also a few bottles of 4.5L mare’s milk wine and new-style mooncakes containing dairy products.
"Whew~"
Tang You sat back at the computer whistling as if nothing had happened.
Her family lacks nothing but fresh milk; you can chase down sheep, cows, and horses to drink directly in the fields for a fresh taste.
After going home, she was so stuffed with milk that she exuded the scent of it.
Tang You even suspected that if she bit herself, she might taste like salty cheese.
While thinking, Tang You glanced at the little fox.
The little fox, carrying a fruit basket in its mouth, walked lightly past Tang You to Lingren lying on the floor.
"Yay!"
The little fox pushed the fruit basket, looked at Ah Qing, and made a series of soft cries.
In the bathroom, Mo Yiqing, having removed her clothes and using cleansing oil to wash off the paint, shouted out with a newfound vitality as if her bloodline had awakened:
"Ah Qing, what did the little fox say?"
Ah Qing thought for a moment and replied, "Uh... the little fox said Uncle Lingren was generous when he treated him last time. It just picked some fresh fruits and wants to invite Uncle Lingren to eat."
"This... can you even pick this up?"
Lingren looked a bit speechless at the fruit basket containing small cantaloupes, plums, and a box of mangosteen with a supermarket label.
But!
Lingren’s expression remained unchanged. Ever since the little fox brought back that seafood gift set worth thousands during the observation event, Lingren was no longer surprised by anything brought back by the little fox.
Of course.
If the little fox brought back a foreign girl, Lingren would still go and give it a good squeeze.
"Yay!~"
The little fox curled up on Ah Qing’s bed, covered its belly with the white sheets, and chirped sweetly at Ah Qing.
"Ah Qing, don’t call me for dinner later; I have a party tonight, and I might be back late."
"Ah Qing, what did the fox say then?"
"He said he’s having a party tonight and will be back at dawn, so he’s catching up on sleep now..."
"Nice one..."
...
The little fox slept soundly in bed, completely undisturbed by the computer sounds.
At night.
The tea tree clandestinely carried a flower pot, stealthily hiding in the corner of the balcony, covering itself with paper, pretending it had been there all along. Unnoticed by all due to the paper covering.
The tea tree rooted in the flower pot, a large black cockroach flipped over into the house from the balcony, wobbled to the edge of the water purifier waste pipe, and set it down next to the flower pot before climbing the tea tree’s canopy to sleep deeply.
"Yay..."
Ansheng woke from sleep, looked beside him, saw Ah Qing lying on his side holding his own behind, got up with a long yawn, and shook himself.
"Splash—"
Seeing Lord Lucky ready to go to the bathroom, the hidden tea tree in the corner panicked, shook its branches, shedding the paper-covered box on it, and raised a branch, pointing at its trunk and roots.
Don’t! Pour it here, I’ll catch it; I swear not a drop will spill.
Pouring it down the toilet is a total waste, right?
"Is this... normal?"
"Splash—"
Ansheng with a face as if he had seen a ghost lifted his hind leg and poured a strong one onto the revved-up tea tree.
"Tea trees watered like this..."
"You... won’t wreck the house, right?"
