"Ah Qing!"
"Old Chen is here to recruit villagers and parade them around...," Ansheng glanced at Old Chen, smirked, and walked from the slope in front of the door into the yard, calling out towards the house.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Ah Qing, who was sneaking some lychee meat, suddenly widened her eyes in surprise and muttered to herself while looking outside:
"I'm just sneaking a bite in the kitchen, is it really necessary to parade me around for such a minor thing?"
Ah Qing, with a murmuring expression, grabbed two meatballs made from pork and water chestnuts, shaped like lychees, and quickly walked from the living room to the yard.
"Village Chief..."
Ah Qing called to Old Chen while tossing a piece of lychee meat to the little fox, keeping one for herself.
"Awoo—"
Seeing the food coming its way, Ansheng opened his mouth, quickly gobbling it up and started chewing.
