Human nature is incredibly complex, but it would be difficult to make the Little Fox understand. All its little head needs to be filled with is happiness.
Having finally found a sense of security, the Little Fox snuggled close to Qiao An and fell into a deep sleep. It had been constantly seeking shelter before, never daring to close its eyes. This time, it was truly exhausted.
Qiao An stroked the Little Fox's fur again and again in the darkness, her gaze gradually turning grim.
"My sweet one, you must grow up happy. As for those bad people, I won't let a single one of them go..."
Waking up early, Qiao An stood in the kitchen with her phone, facing the most embarrassing moment of her life. In the high-dimensional interstellar era she came from, things like oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar had long since vanished into the annals of history. What they called "gourmet cooking" was basically just pre-packaged meals stored in micro-capsules, ready to eat the moment you opened them.
