Chapter 30: Eat the Cold-Brew Yogurt I Fed You

"Well, what's done is done... I’d better get dinner ready for little An first!"

After her livestream was banned, Yu Xueqing hugged the little fox to recharge her spirits with a bit of its vitality before heading to the kitchen to prepare the evening meal.

The fox’s diet was simple. Every morning, she would go to the market, buy ten portions of pork from the butcher, and have him slice them up. Once home, all she had to do was blanch them. If an induction cooker was available, she used it; if not, a simple electric kettle worked just fine.

As Yu Xueqing busied herself in the kitchen, Ansheng hopped onto the desk where she did her streams, wondering what kind of trouble she had gotten into this time. He scanned the area but saw nothing that would typically trigger a ban. There was a dark bakelite tea tray, a set of glass tea ware designed for observing the color of tea, and two phones—one for livestreaming and another for monitoring the comments and the feed.

*When Ah Qing streams... she couldn't possibly be performing a buffet-eating act, could she?*

Ansheng looked puzzled and glanced toward the kitchen. Since he couldn't discern anything from the desktop, he opened the wish list in his mind to see if Ah Qing had made any wishes while he was asleep.

He opened the list, automatically skipping the wishes related to illegal activities, sudden wealth, or romance. Romance was out of the question. As for sudden wealth... the only way he could think of to help someone achieve that overnight was to find a truck with full insurance, start it up at low speed in the middle of the night, and send the wisher flying.

[I hope the livestream goes smoothly. I’m not great with words, and I’m worried that if I can’t sell anything, I’ll be subjected to cyberbullying—Yu Xueqing, feeling complex emotions before starting her livestream sales, worried about her lack of eloquence.]

[Wish granted: Cullinan Fragment (You don’t need to speak; no one can possess a brand-new Cullinan and still feel insecure.)]

Ansheng: "..."

*I was just running my mouth with Lin Ying, but Ah Qing, you really have the audacity to dream of a Cullinan! My little fox butt doesn’t have enough horsepower to shake out that much cash, even if I installed an electric motor. Maybe I should sign you up for a hand-shaking dance class later?*

[Those wretched, wicked brokers, I hope they don't find out I'm taking my father’s place in this endeavor. Dad is still in recovery, and if he finds out those brokers are coming to my stream to cause trouble...—Yu Xueqing sighed inwardly, terrified of those brokers.]

[Wish granted: Strike Twice (Just as Liu Bei visited the thatched cottage three times to invite the sleeping dragon, the little fox can now visit Gaofeng Consulting three times to conquer the evildoers with love.)]

"Good grief."

Seeing the refreshed task, Ansheng couldn't help but exclaim internally. Emperor Xueqing had thrown a single punch that transcended the ages, and Gaofeng Consulting was practically wiped off the map.

"Ying ying ying—"

Upon seeing the mission, Ansheng let out a happy little whine on the desk. He didn't need to strain his brain, reach into his pockets, or strap on a drum magazine to spray bullets on the streets like a gangster—he loved this kind of mission.

*Master, master~ The fox loves you so much! You work so hard hunting, and I’m so worried you’ll get hurt...*

The sound of his whining in the living room reached Yu Xueqing in the kitchen, translated by her mind as sweet, manipulative flattery. She was overjoyed and immediately added two extra scoops to the little fox’s bowl—a meal standard that was almost approaching the level of a final feast.

When Yu Xueqing returned, Ansheng’s ceramic bowl was piled high. Beyond the usual pork, it was covered in original-flavor yak jerky and North Sea prawns, with a layer of cold-brew yogurt on top.

"Holy cow? Are we celebrating the Lunar New Year today?" Ansheng was startled by the feast and couldn't help but ask Ah Qing what was going on.

"Hehe... I had a great haul from hunting today!" Yu Xueqing flexed her muscles to show off, spinning a yarn to fool the fox.

After setting down the bowl, she didn't forget to record a video. Mo Yiqing’s little treats weren't given for free; she had specifically asked Yu Xueqing to record the little fox eating the yogurt. Mo Yiqing was completely defenseless against the sight of the little fox licking yogurt with happy little squeaks.

"You think I’m too naive to know better? Hunting, my foot." Ansheng rolled his eyes. He was about to retort when he remembered Ah Qing lifting him with one hand and flipping the heavy spring mattress without effort when changing the sheets. *It seems Ah Qing really could hunt in the forest. At the very least, with her strength, snapping a wild piglet’s skull open shouldn't be a problem.*

"Ying—"

As he silently grumbled about the results of Yu Xueqing’s physical training, he opened his mouth and took an unsuspecting lick of the cold-brew yogurt.

The moment his tongue touched it, he felt something was wrong. *This cold-brew yogurt... it tastes like my hometown!*

Ansheng was rendered speechless. His red, pointed tongue was stuck to a glob of yogurt. That last lick felt exactly like the time back home in winter when he drank water and his tongue froze to the ice.

"Smack, smack—"

Ansheng frantically flicked his tongue, trying to shake off or eat the sticky yogurt.

"Pfft... Hahahaha!" Seeing the fox’s stupefied expression and the way he was frantically licking his tongue, Yu Xueqing was delighted and gleefully recorded the little fox.

Cold-brew yogurt had a very thick, dense texture. To put it in human terms, if you took a bite without letting it melt in your mouth, it would stick to the back of your throat. Yu Xueqing knew about this yogurt; she had seen other pet bloggers feed it to their pets on the Douyin platform. She had never bought it herself, though—at seventeen yuan for a hundred grams, it was more expensive than her own life.

"Ying?"

Ansheng glanced sideways at Yu Xueqing, who was giggling while holding her phone. A thought struck him, and he looked at her with a sly smile. "Ah Qing... weren't you just saying, given our relationship and bond... why have we never had a 'biting hand' ritual?"

Ansheng gave a cold laugh, opened his mouth, and bit directly into the thick, choking glob of yogurt, getting the sticky mess all over his mouth and tongue.

"Laughing? Shall we go down together?"

Armed with his sticky ammunition, he ran up to Yu Xueqing and licked her right on the face.

"Eww—"

Yu Xueqing was stunned by the fox’s kiss, and then she realized what was happening. She shrieked, "Ah! You stinky little An, don't get that cold-brew yogurt on my face! I just washed my hair yesterday..."

"No! I'll give you water, won't that work?"

"I really don't want to wash my hair..."

Seeing Ansheng’s scorched-earth tactic, Yu Xueqing backed away, pleading pitifully.

Ansheng, feeling incredibly proud, snorted and gestured for his "poop-scooper" to bring him a bowl of boiled water. Once he finished, he still had to head over to Gaofeng Consulting and the tea mountain to patrol his territory.

"Stinky little An..."

Yu Xueqing wiped the yogurt off her cheek, grumbling about the fox’s mischief, and sent the video of the ambush to Mo Yiqing.

Mo Yiqing: [? Is eating yogurt always this thrilling?]

Mo Yiqing: [Bring the fox over another day. I’ll feed it yogurt by hand—let it have a taste of mine.]