The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 503 Seeing a fellow villager is like seeing a ghost

"How strange? There was noise just now, how come they all suddenly went silent?"

Pulling her stroller, Momo looked puzzled and knocked on the door of her younger sister's dorm room next door. There had been faint sounds of TV dramas coming from inside, but as soon as Momo knocked, the room went silent.

"Girl, don't you realize that you've been living in the same building as buddies for four years?"

"It's already a miracle they don't know you, Huang Yao, yet you actually want to harm them." An Sheng, sitting atop dozens of kilograms of mooncakes, complained with a grin.

What are mooncakes?
In today's popular internet slang, this stuff is a pure mixture of oil and sugar, a calorie nuclear bomb.

Momo brought a giant mooncake to the school. According to An Sheng's calculations based on the calorie count on the ingredient list, it contained over 20,000 calories.

Showing off a nine-pound five-nut mooncake can help beauty-conscious girls gain four or five pounds of belly fat.

Mo Mo, swaggering through the streets with mooncakes in tow, looked just like an old man walking down the streets of America, carrying a backpack and wrapped in a white scarf—anyone would be afraid of him.

An Sheng, with a face full of pleasure, inwardly complained.

But just then, a head wearing glasses poked out from the dormitory on the same floor.

Zhang Min smiled when she saw Mo Mo pulling the stroller.

But when Mo Mo saw her, her expression changed drastically, and she pointed at her with the beauty pageant trophy in her hand:
"You're going to die! You try it, just wait and see if I can tear your mouth apart."

"MoMo~ come and help me out!" Zhang Min walked out of the dormitory with a fawning expression. Behind her, she pulled a matching handcart with boxes of mooncakes on it.

"You're so popular! Look at the guys in the next dorm or the animal science department, they're doing farm work every day and they're getting so thin they're practically unrecognizable. Could you help me deliver some to them?"

"You die! Go die somewhere else!"

Mo Yiqing rolled her eyes, turned around and ran straight back to her dormitory, ignoring her completely.

Zhang Min and she both came from Lingnan, and they both knew the suffering caused by the aftereffects of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, relatives and friends, or managers of companies, would visit people's homes under the guise of sending mooncakes and various gifts.

Often, if you send out a box of mooncakes, you'll bring back at least three boxes.

There were also some distributed to factory workers, but every year some workers would refuse them or be absent, so there were too many to distribute and they had to take them home.

This is just the physical item. Mo Yiqing still has more than two hundred futures-type mooncake vouchers, which he plans to donate to the school cafeteria and have the hotel arrange refrigerated trucks to deliver them.

"Seeing someone from my hometown after the Mid-Autumn Festival is like seeing a ghost."

Back in her dorm room, Mo Mo wiped away imaginary cold sweat from her forehead and closed all the doors and windows tightly, fearing that Zhang Min might break down the door and bring her mooncakes.

"???"

A-Qing, sitting in a chair; Tang You, sitting cross-legged; and the performer, lying on the ground to cool off, all looked at Mo-Mo, who had returned with abnormal skin and carrying a metal and crystal trophy, with astonished expressions.

"Did you go hunting in an African tribe?" Ah Qing looked at Mo Mo, who had a great harvest, with amazement.

“Africa is much cooler than the South Ridge.” Mo Mo rolled her eyes, walked to her table with a speechless expression, picked up her glass, took a big gulp of water, and said, “There’s nothing I can do.”

"In previous years, they could trick people into giving them mooncakes, but this year, they've all gotten smarter, and some have even turned the tables on them. See which flavors you'd like to eat later, and leave them here. I'll tow them to the boys' dorm next door!"

"I refuse to believe it! A nine-pound mooncake, which I personally cut and plated, can't be given away. Oh no, there are three Da Jin Jiu mooncakes, weighing a total of twenty-seven pounds."

Mo Mo walked into the bathroom, grumbling and cursing, leaving the three people in the dormitory speechless.

But Tang You subtly removed her hands from the keyboard, pulled out a suitcase, and casually piled all the milk bricks from the suitcase onto the trolley.

There were also several 4.5-liter bottles of mare's milk wine, as well as new-style mooncakes containing dairy products.

"Hey~"

Tang You whistled as she sat back down in front of the computer, as if nothing had happened.

Her family lacks everything except fresh milk. If they want to experience fresh milk, they can go to the pasture and the sheep, cows, and horses will come and suckle right away.

After going home, she ate so much that she smelled like milk all over. Tang You even wondered if she could taste the salty cheese flavor when she gnawed on herself.

As she was thinking, Tang You glanced at the little fox.

The little fox, carrying a fruit basket, walked past Tang You with a light heart and came to the side of the performer on the ground.

"嘤嘤!"

The little fox pushed the fruit basket, looked at Ah Qing, and began to whimper.

In the bathroom, Mo Yiqing, who was removing her clothes and washing off her makeup with makeup remover, seemed to awaken a surge of energy, closed her eyes, turned to the side, and called out towards the door:
"Ah Qing, what did the little fox say?"

Upon hearing this, Ah Qing thought for a moment and said, "Hmm, the little fox said that Uncle Lingren was very generous in treating us last time, and he just picked some fresh fruit and wants to treat Uncle Lingren to some."

"Is it possible to pick this?"

The performer stared speechlessly at the small cantaloupes, plums, and a box of mangosteens with a supermarket label in the fruit basket.

but!
The performer's expression didn't even change. Ever since the last observation activity, when the little fox brought back a seafood gift box set worth over ten thousand yuan.

The performer wouldn't be surprised if the little fox brought back anything.

of course.

If the little fox brings back a foreign woman, the actor will still go up and pinch her cheeks.

"Boom~"

The little fox nestled into Ah Qing's bed, lifted the white sheet to cover its belly, and whimpered twice at Ah Qing.

"Ah Qing, don't call me for dinner later. I'm going out to a party tonight and I might be back late."

"Ah Qing, what did the fox say this time?"

"He said he was having a party tonight and wouldn't get home until the early hours, so he needs to catch up on sleep now."

"6"

.........

The little fox lay on the bed, fast asleep, completely unaware of the computer noise.

night.

The tea tree stealthily carried its flowerpot and quietly hid in a corner of the balcony, covering itself with cardboard, as if trying to disguise itself as having always been there. However, because of the cardboard, no one noticed.

The tea tree took root in the flowerpot, and a black cockroach climbed over the balcony and into the house. It wobbled and picked up the wastewater pipe from the water purifier next to the balcony, placed it on the edge of the flowerpot, and then crawled into the canopy of the tea tree to take a nap.

"Bah"

An Sheng woke up from her sleep, looked to the side, and saw A Qing lying on her side, hugging her bottom, sleeping. She got up, yawned deeply, and shook her body.

"Crash-"

Upon seeing that Master Fuli was about to use the toilet, the tea tree hiding in the corner suddenly became anxious, shaking its branches to shake off the waste cardboard boxes covering it, and pointing to its trunk and roots.

No! Pour it here, I can catch it, I promise not a drop will leak.

Wouldn't it be a complete waste if it went into the toilet?
Is this normal?

"Crash-"

With a look of utter disbelief, An Sheng crossed his legs and poured a strong brew of water onto the tea tree, which was already at full vitality.

Tea trees irrigated in this way

"You can't possibly be the type to destroy the house, can you?"

(End of this chapter)