"Ying?"
Ansheng saw in his mind that Yu Xueqing made a wish, which made him freeze and fall into deep thought.
The basic condition for the wish to co true is family harmony, and Ansheng knows that Yu Xueqing's dad usually has a habit of praying to gods.
To Ah Qing's dad, raising a fox at ho is obviously sothing taboo and against the natural order.
The red fox in Xia Bei District is rumored to be the special spirit fox under Hu San Tai Nainai, while in the Taoist tales of Xia Dong District, there are legends about a white Fox Immortal.
Foxes are spiritual creatures, elves of nature.
Keeping a fox is akin to inviting a god, sothing people cannot do unless they have strong roots on their BaZi (birth chart).
Yu Xueqing's dad would never allow his daughter to raise a fox.
After seeing Ansheng, Yu Xueqing's dad would invariably ignore Ansheng's wishes and ceremoniously send Ansheng back to nature.
"Peh—I've co out twice, and you still plan to run the Three Visits to the Cottage routine on ?"
Understanding the difficulties in Yu Xueqing's wish being fulfilled, Ansheng finally knew why a ghost fire ending option appeared in the bracket conditions for the wish to co true.
Because Yu Xueqing's dad, to Ansheng, is indeed an "Old Deng."
And the fate of an Old Deng is naturally as a ghost fire youth.
I struggled to run out of the forest to sell cuteness and beg for food, trying to experience a standalone big villa, and yet you want to send back to the mountains?
I disdain even large cauldrons and communal beds at the national protected animal zoo, and you want to gnaw on hedgehogs?
"Ying ying ying—"
Knowing the truth, Ansheng couldn't help but curse the Old Deng for lacking human decency, "For just eating 100 grams of your rice a day, do you have to go through so much trouble to send back to the mountains?"
You try sending to the mountains, and I'll push a wheeled water-cooled Maxim back the next day!
"Xiaolan!"
Coming back to his senses, Yu Xueqing looked at the fox poking its head out on the windowsill, with a stern expression: "The situation ahead is extrely severe and challenging... my dad is planning to bring a pressure cooker over, he says he wants to give you a bath."
Yu Xueqing fully activated her animal communication ability, trying to make Xiaolan understand how terrifying a pressure cooker is for small animals.
With Yu Xueqing's communication ability launched, strange scenes suddenly appeared in Ansheng's mind.
In the ancestral ho at night, a middle-aged man with an unclear face, naked on the upper half of his body, wearing a pig killing apron, was happily holding a pressure cooker with hot water, cheekily looking at Ansheng and said:
"Oh my, which family's cute little thing is this? Want to wash in uncle's pot, Uncle's pressure cooker has never received a bad review since its debut."
Ansheng was utterly stunned, his small brain shrunk by the sudden appearance of the scene.
The images in his mind... where did they co from?
Ansheng dares to guarantee with his bell, that he would never in his mind imagine any male figure, let alone a middle-aged uncle in a nude apron...
If soone ran up to him, inviting him to bathe in their pressure cooker.
Ansheng can assure that the fox, apart from making "yings," can also reproduce sounds like "Da Chu rises, Chen Sheng is king" and "Princes and nobles could they be born?"
Which ans, the images in my mind... might be from Ah Qing!
Ansheng looked at Yu Xueqing with uncertainty: "Ying?"
Not, my dear friend, why do I feel like there's a sensational invasion in my mind?
'Master~ I'm scared...'
"Xiaolan, don't be afraid..."
Yu Xueqing bit her teeth, her face turned resolute, throwing down harsh words: "You hide well later, if dad really finds out about raising a fox... I'll cry super loudly!"
"When I was a child, I was known for my crying, once I cried for three hours straight and my eyes were swollen!"
"Ying ying ying—"
Ansheng heard it, first with a black line on his forehead, then suddenly felt touched.
Ah Qing now, for her rebellious behavior against her dad, was no less than a promise of eloping for love without asking for a dowry.
Ansheng was about to cry from being touched.
In his past life wanting to get married, the initial demand was fifty thousand, following it up with three pounds plus a car, house, and maid.
At that ti, Ansheng was still puzzled about what three pounds ant.
The opposite party said, three nines purity, three pounds of gold jewelry.
............
Yu Xueqing temporarily placed the fox on the fourth floor, put down food and a water basin,
She hurried back to the first floor to clean up fox-related items, fearing that dad might find sothing suspicious later.
And while Yu Xueqing was anxiously awaiting the judgnt of fate.
Ansheng sneakily ran to the second floor, slid down the drainpipe to the alley adjacent to the neighbor's house.
"Ah Qing don't worry, Ansheng, who is absolutely ruthless, won't let you be troubled!"
"The Qing Dynasty has been out for so long, yet your dad is still holding onto these superstitious remnants, next ti, if Old Deng isn't polite and doesn't lift up to the table, Ansheng will shave his head in the zoo and sleep on a communal bed the next day."
Ansheng's small fox face pouted, if he could transform, he'd imdiately go borrow a ghost fla.
Ansheng flicked his tail, climbed the wall into the Fu Family's yard, ran to a pile of old agricultural tools, and found a bottle of Maotai that's approximately fifteen years old.
Ansheng patted the dust off the gift box, held it in his mouth, and walked toward Lin Ying's house, preparing to engage in high-intensity human relations.
Not long after Ansheng left, an old model Tianfu pickup truck pulled up in front of Yu Xueqing's house.
"Ah Qing!"
From the passenger seat, stepped down a middle-aged, fashionable woman with half-short slanted bangs, who greeted the waiting Yu Xueqing at the door with a smile.
Though the woman was already in her early forties, the slight makeup on her cheeks made her look like a beauty of twenty-eight or twenty-nine.
"Mom."
Yu Xueqing called out and quickly went forward to take the vegetable basket and help carry things into the house.
"Ah Qing, I rember you ntioned yesterday that the lock on the old house's front door has so problems, right? I brought the toolbox today when I ca over."
Yu Xueqing's dad stepped out from the driver's seat, his appearance honest with a broad build, smiling and slightly tanned, clearly a sturdy man who often worked under the sun.
However, like all muscle-bound athletes, Yu Xueqing's dad couldn't escape the ravages of ti as he didn't focus much on tummy managent.
"Ah! Those things can wait! Let's check the ti, finish cooking and eating first then talk."
Yu Xueqing's mom rolled her eyes at her husband, pulled Yu Xueqing, and headed into the house,
It's almost noon, if the als aren't cooked soon, there won't be any food until past two.
She bought lots of groceries for the family dinner today, along with things for barbecue in the evening.
"Hmph, what do you know... do you think the old ho is like the city with caras everywhere?"
"Do you understand what safety is?"
Yu Zhenghong quietly muttered, not daring to openly argue with Yu Xueqing's mom.
Seeing mother and daughter go inside, Yu Xueqing's dad, Yu Zhenghong, ca to the entrance door, fiddled with the lock for a good while, puzzled shouted into the house: "Ah Qing, where's the problem with the lock? I've checked inside and out, and everything's fine."
"Huh? It's the lock's core! After unlocking, it often doesn't pop out; you have to fiddle with it manually."
Wearing slippers, Yu Xueqing ran out of the house to explain what was wrong with the door lock to her dad.
However, after father and daughter fiddled with the door lock for a good amount of ti, the lock responded smoothly like Dove chocolate.
There wasn't any jamming or failure to reset.
"Ah this..."
Yu Xueqing looked puzzled, raised her hand to tap the lock, trying to reenact the malfunction, but the lock switch was still smooth as Dove.
Completely devoid of its previous jamd situation.
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