The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 468 The Fox User Manual
The tea tree that was originally in the living room, and the black cockroach that had drunk its fill of lanju insecticide, both quickly rolled over and hid behind the leather sofa because of A-Qing's sudden arrival, until A-Qing sat down.

The tea tree and the large cockroach hurriedly crawled to the open kitchen, then slipped away through the window to the garden, cautiously peeking out and observing the living room with wide eyes.

They always kept in mind the teachings of Master Fuli.

Playing dead is a profound art. As long as you play dead, you can trick humans into giving you fertilizer or water, and then humans will be very interested in taking care of the tea trees.

Large cockroaches can play dead and steal insecticides from humans while they are sleeping. After eating, they can use toilet cleaner and disinfectant to rinse their mouths.

Even if the food is almost gone, as long as it jumps out and scares humans, the shelves will automatically refresh.

But all of this is based on the premise that you don't make people feel like they've seen a ghost.

Otherwise, you'll get a pure copper palm strike.

When the two children saw A-Qing coming, they hid without even thinking, afraid that A-Qing would find out that they had secretly taken a plane from Chang'an back to Xia Dong.

After the tea tree and the large cockroach rolled out of the house, they clung to the windowsill without saying a word. The tea tree stood in front of the window, while the black-breasted cockroach hid in the canopy of the tea tree, looking furtive.

"Sister Lin."

When Aqing saw Lin Ying coming downstairs, she got up from the sofa and took the initiative to greet her.

She originally wanted to call her Aunt Lin, but after thinking about it, she felt it was a bit inappropriate, so she changed her address to Sister.

"Hello."

Lin Ying came down from the second floor with a smile on her face and said to A Qing, "You've come all this way, why are you being so polite by bringing gifts? Please sit down, please sit down."

Lin Ying invited A Qing to sit down, her manner casual and calm, unlike her usual indifferent expression, which seemed to make her appear uncaring about everything and gave off a cold feeling.

Lin Ying knew that Master Fuli had already given instructions about Ah Qing's upcoming visit.

"Boom~"

An Sheng knew that A Qing was shy and didn't know how to talk when facing strangers.

So, after A-Qing and Lin Ying sat down, An Sheng, holding a bottle of Coke in his arms, leaned against the armrest with a serious expression on his face and started doing parkour on the sofa.

The little fox leaped over Ah Qing's thighs and landed on the cushion. It then lay down on Lin Ying's lap, stretching out its limbs and whimpering softly.

"嘤嘤嘤——"

"Ok?"

Seeing Master Fuli lying on her lap, his limbs and tail wagging incessantly, Lin Ying was taken aback and looked at A Qing with a hint of doubt: "Little fox, what's this?"

When Lin Ying first met Master Fuli.

Master Fuli has become a spirit; he can perform CPR and, after pressing the elevator button to go upstairs, adjust the hot water temperature to keep himself warm and warm from his body temperature imbalance. Afterwards, he can even type on WeChat to ask if I need anything.

Lin Ying still remembers Fuli standing on the stove, swaying left and right, holding a soup ladle to heat up her porridge.

Later, even the lovable fox master could speak. When he cursed, his voice was powerful and clear, and he would start with a verb.

Lin Ying's relationship with Master Fuli has always been relatively intelligent.

“The little fox said.”

After hearing this, Ah Qing pondered for a moment and said, "He hopes that Sister Lin can stretch out her hands, pinch his waist and turn him over, and stroke him up from the front of his belly against the direction of his hair to his face, and then bury her ten fingers in the hair and stroke it like tickling him."

"?"

As soon as Ah Qing spoke, the old man Fu Li, who had been acting cute and charming, froze, looked at her with suspicion, and asked her a question mark.

"Don't slander me! When did I say those things? I was just talking about touching."

"It wasn't explained in such detail, don't talk nonsense!"

The little fox's face turned red with frustration, and he stammered as he refuted Ah Qing's nonsense. Master Fuli had indeed never said such a thing.

However, the translator built into A-Qing's mind might be incredibly powerful when used for translation, but in certain fields it is ridiculously accurate.

Master Fuli did not say such a thing.

But that doesn't mean he wasn't interested; it's just that Fuli had to save face to say these things in public.

"Is that right?"

Lin Ying's expression froze for a moment. Following A Qing's instructions, she pinched the little fox's waist, turned him over, and then placed her fingers on the little fox's belly.

As Lin Ying moved, the little fox's whimpers gradually changed from loud to soothing, and then to languid. Its pair of foxy eyes narrowed comfortably, its paws curled up into a ball, and it made a lot of humming and chirping sounds.

"Qing A Qing"

"A dragon, a dragon!"

Following A-Qing's instructions, Lin Ying went through the entire process. The two barely exchanged a few words, but the fox in the middle was rendered speechless and lay lazily on Lin Ying's lap, almost dozing off.

"So, the little fox likes this?"

Lin Ying lowered her head, raised her palm, and gently stroked the smooth fur on the back of Master Fuli. She smiled, raised her hand, brushed aside the fallen hair, and sat up straight as she spoke to A Qing.

"Actually, it's not that he likes it. The little fox just felt a warm feeling on his belly. When I parted all his fur and blew cool air on him, the little fox felt very comfortable."

After thinking for a moment, Ah Qing explained the reason: the little fox didn't like people rubbing his belly. Where or when to rub it depended on the little fox's specific state.

If petting him makes him uncomfortable, the little fox will mischievously lie on the bed and kick him with his hind legs.

However, one good thing is that the little fox seems to be a bit obsessive about hygiene.

It won't pee indiscriminately, and it certainly won't be like those Paw Patrol players who wiggle their butts over and fart in front of people.

Ah Qing spoke up, sharing her experience in raising foxes.

"Um"

Lin Ying listened attentively, nodding occasionally, affirming Ah Qing's words, especially regarding hygiene.

After each of his outings, Master Fuli would smash the head of the evil beast with his sledgehammer. If there was water, he would wash his hands. If there was no water, he would run to the car to get wet wipes to clean his hands and tail.

After finishing their meal, they would first carefully wipe their mouths with a damp towel, then wipe their paws, and then wipe between their fingers with the towel—it was almost like they were waxing their nails.

"There are so many things to keep in mind when raising a fox cub," Lin Ying said softly, letting out a light laugh.

"Actually, everything is fine."

Ah Qing also said with some emotion, "Xiao An usually speaks her mind and her personality isn't awkward, but she's a bit delicate in her lifestyle and her health isn't very good."

"Oh?" Lin Ying looked intrigued.

"Eek?" An Sheng was taken aback, raised her paw, and pointed to her little fox face. Me? My constitution isn't very good?
Go to Jiule City and ask around; who dares to say that Master Fuli is in poor health?

“He’s a super picky eater and he loves to drink cola.” Ah Qing complained with a hint of helplessness, “I still don’t know who gave the fox cola. They messed up the little fox’s diet. What kind of fox drinks cola?”

"Besides, Xiao An is extremely sensitive to heat."

"He gets restless and fidgety if the air conditioner doesn't reach 23 degrees Celsius, and he might even develop heat rash."

"Hey!"

When the topic of being afraid of the heat came up, An Sheng paused, as if he had thought of something, and the whole fox jumped up.

"There's no such thing as prickly heat, don't talk nonsense!"

(End of this chapter)