The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 336 Master Fox, out of stock!

"Oh right, we forgot to bring the piggy bank we left at the ancestral home for you, Xiao An. This is the piggy bank we bought for you when we went shopping at noon."

After some fuss, Ah Qing broke the little fox's raised hind legs off. As if remembering something, she took out a piggy bank shaped like a terracotta warrior and placed it in front of An Sheng.

"Piglet or not, can you wait until I'm done in the bathroom before we talk about that?"

An Sheng pushed her little flowerpot into the bathroom to fertilize it, while A Qing knocked on the door, urging An Sheng to come out and see the new piggy bank.

An Sheng was speechless. She shook herself and opened the door to see a terracotta warrior standing upright at the entrance, about sixty centimeters tall.

"This is your savings for getting married."

Ah Qing squatted on the balcony, took out the banknotes that she had previously put in the locker but hadn't deposited into the ATM, and stuffed the thick stack of hundred-yuan bills into the piggy bank.

"I've deposited it all in, so don't accuse me of being heartless and skimping on Fox's food allowance!"

"They're all saved up so you can find a wife."

As A-Qing was speaking, she picked up the little fox, carried the piggy bank back to the dormitory, and played the payday video that she had just uploaded to Yin Fu yesterday for Xiao An.

Although the video's play count wasn't visible in the non-backend interface, the nearly 300,000 likes and over 40,000 comments greatly surprised An Sheng.

The most upvoted comment: [There's a kind of food called "Desolation." Poor Xiao An, how about a burlap sack? I have burlap sacks of every color!]

The second most upvoted comment included a picture of a lawyer's license and said: "Contact me if needed."

quiet:"."

Should I call you?
I'll call you, you'd better actually answer.

Unlike other dogs, I, An, actually have a phone number I can call you.

…………

And on the other side.

3pm.

Lin Ying and Lin Bingyun, who were about to go out to buy ingredients for the evening banquet, came to the underground parking lot and suddenly noticed that there seemed to be some very strange things on the Raptor pickup truck.

Why are there doors in the car?

Inside the raptor's cargo bag, besides a large iron hammer and some small tools like chainsaws, there were two black iron doors with strange patterns engraved on them.

Lin Ying looked at the door being pressed down by the giant hammer and asked Lin Bingyun with some confusion.

"Before Master Fuli left, he loaded the car with something, and also left a weapon box in the passenger seat," Lin Bingyun told Lin Ying, explaining the origin of the door.

But only Master Fuli probably knows the origin of the door.

"Weapon case?"

Lin Ying walked to the passenger seat and glanced at the large, dark green metal box.

"It's probably not a gun inside. It's likely that Master Fuli used it to store odds and ends. It was rattling around inside when it was thrown onto the car," Lin Bingyun explained to Lin Ying.

Seeing this, Lin Ying nodded slightly but did not open Master Fuli's box.

After being amazed by what Master Fuli had done by packing up artifacts from the ruins, Lin Ying got into the van driven by Lin Shu and went shopping with Lin Bingyun.

Although Lin Bingyun was very meticulous and had undoubtedly figured out Master Fuli's diet and home preferences during this period of contact, Lin Ying still felt that the celebration banquet for Master Fuli needed to be prepared by her personally to have a commemorative meaning.

While An Sheng was shopping for ingredients, the phone that Lin Ying had temporarily entrusted to An Sheng suddenly started vibrating, indicating that a call was coming in.

[Village Chief Chen called.]

Upon seeing the name displayed on the screen, Lin Ying, who hadn't originally planned to answer the phone, paused and picked it up.

"Sir! All the tea you roasted earlier has been sold out. Now, the city-level tea competition is in the registration phase, and I have no more tea left!"

Old Chen's distressed voice came from the other end of the phone, and he rattled off a long string of words. Regarding the production of 'Qing'an Tea', An Sheng had already given Old Chen the formula and production environment data when he left Changxi Town, asking Old Chen to help supervise Old Deng to hire a tea factory to produce it, or to open his own tea factory.

There's no problem with mass-producing tea, but the problem is that there's no tea to compete in competitions right now.

The mass-produced Qing'an tea, while a decent everyday tea due to its price, is not enough to achieve good results in village-level tea competitions.

Before leaving, Master Fuli said that he would find a way to make something out of the tea competition.

As a result, before Master Fuli left, he seemed to have completely disappeared without a trace.

With registration just around the corner, Old Chen couldn't help but feel anxious.

The Tieguanyin tea from Changxi Town is very famous, but its oolong tea is relatively unknown, with a market mainly in Jiule City.

Having witnessed Master Fuli's outrageous antics, Old Chen now relies on Master Fuli to bring glory to the village.

“Master Fuli is studying at school,” Lin Ying said to Old Chen. “I will pass on the message to him when he comes back tonight. By the way, Master Fuli asked me to apply for a patent for irradiation tea making. It may be necessary for the village chief to help us get two tea trees from Master Fuli’s family.”

"Linlin Ying?"

Upon hearing the woman's voice on the phone, Old Chen paused slightly, then exclaimed in surprise:
"Wait a minute...radiation tea? Is this even drinkable? Is Master Fuli planning to poison the judging panel?"

"I'll have Master Fuli explain the specifics to you when he returns tonight. I don't know the underlying principles, but the irradiated tea products have passed food safety inspections and obtained a certificate of conformity."

Lin Ying told Old Chen everything she knew, including the arrangements that Master Fuli might make.

"Alright then! You must tell him, otherwise I'm worried the registration period will be too late," Old Chen said after thinking for a moment.

After the call ended, Old Chen muttered to himself, "Isn't Master Fuli in Chang'an? How did Lin Ying end up there? I saw her coming home from get off work last night."

"Did Master Fuli go to participate in the tea competition?" Lin Ying looked at the phone after hanging up, thought for a moment, and when she thought of Yu Zhenghong winning the village-level category championship, she had an enlightened expression and roughly imagined what had happened.

"Butler, go and ask Master Fuli if he has any tea that he has roasted. Go and get some."

An Sheng had considered giving Lin Ying tea as a gift before, but later decided against it.

The rich woman drinks tea from the core production areas. The lowest grade Jin Jun Mei tea in her tea cabinet costs over six thousand yuan in the city.

While the initial version of Qing'an tea tasted good, to say it could rival teas from renowned production areas is utter nonsense.

There's no point in giving it away; Lin Ying might even find it unpleasant to drink. But since I gave it to her, I can't just throw it away.

An Sheng plans to wait until the tea trees mature and he improves the tea-making process to produce excellent tea that meets his standards before sending it to his friends to try.

An Sheng's idea was very straightforward.

But for Lin Ying, the fact that Master Fuli won a tea-tasting competition for the first time was a memorable event.

Just like children receiving awards at school, even though they know that sticking them on the wall will leave marks and damage the expensively painted surface, many people still do it.

It's both a way to commemorate growth and a form of encouragement; parents will also be happy to see their children's achievements.

In terms of commercial value, the first-processed tea in Master Fuli's eyes is indeed inferior to those famous teas, but in terms of emotional value, no matter how famous the tea is, it cannot compare to the tea that Master Fuli processed for the first time in Lin Ying's heart.

Lin Ying could even picture the clumsy fox, Master Fuli, reaching into the iron pot to stir-fry tea, getting burned, and whimpering angrily, the whole fox cursing and swearing.

Thinking about the story behind the tea, Lin Ying couldn't help but smile, feeling quite pleased with herself.

night.

An Sheng strolled out of the school and jumped into the van parked in front of the school gate.

"Lin Ying, I have a surprise for you in a bit." An Sheng said with a big smile after seeing Lin Ying.

"Oh? Really? Perfect, I also have a small gift I'd like to give to Master Fuli," Lin Ying said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)