Chapter 195: Wish Quickly: I Want to See a Pretty Girl!

"Xiao'an, come on, say hello to everyone!"

"I'm Aqing, and this is Xiao'an. Thank you all for liking our Xiao'an—I'll be posting some daily content about Xiao'an, Laifu, and Dahei during my free time outside of livestreams."

Seeing the traffic surge in, Aqing had originally planned to post a funny video to verify that this account was truly hers, and to show everyone her beautiful little fox.

But the more she rushed, the harder it was to think of a good idea—in fact, when pushed to a certain limit, people just give up.

Aqing turned on the professional fill light, had Xiao'an hop onto her shoulder, face the phone held by Moyi Qing, and smiled as she introduced herself, slightly embarrassed.

An Sheng thought for a moment, his expression turning serious, and raised his tiny fox paw toward the camera in greeting.

"Hey!"

Moyi Qing, holding the phone, quickly signaled with her eyes that Aqing hadn't finished speaking.

Aqing froze, thought for a second, then slapped her thigh and added quickly: "Oh right, right! I almost forgot the most important thing—if you all like us, please hit follow, so you'll see updates the moment they drop."

"OK!"

Moyi Qing stopped recording, expertly forwarded the video to Tang You to edit, then sent it to Aqing's phone: "I'm boosting this video's traffic—don't waste the opportunity."

"While you've got time, think of a way to sneak in a segment during the livestream that brutally mocks the fishing guys. The fishing guys on Yinfu still draw a lot of heat."

"Is mocking fishing guys really okay? The only fishing guy I know is my dad." Aqing said, looking awkward after hearing Moyi Qing's suggestion.

"What's wrong with it? It's perfect! If Old Man knew his air force was drawing traffic and helping you earn red tickets, he'd be thrilled," An Sheng chirped happily.

"If all else fails, I'll sneak Moyi's phone later, lure out Lao Yin, then charge at him with a taser and shock him into paralysis."

The little fox, safe in the knowledge he didn't have to answer for his words, spouted one ridiculous idea after another.

"Hm?"

While topping up her account, Moyi Qing noticed her phone ringing with a bank call. She paused, then picked it up.

"Miss Moyi, hello—have you been scammed? We've detected unusual activity in your account over the past two days."

"No problem—it's just tips from my livestream sisters. Don't worry about the spending; I did it all myself," Moyi Qing replied vaguely, then hung up.

"Was that your dad?"

"Bank risk alert. By the way, when I first came to Xia Dong, right after crossing the provincial border, the bank kept calling me, warning me not to do something with 'Xiaocun'—is that place famous around here?"

"Banks even have this kind of service?" Aqing stared blankly at Moyi. "Xiaocun? They probably meant Yunxiao Village—it has no natural resources; people there usually just scam and raise money to do business outside."

"I heard half the village is in jail for financial crimes? I'm not too clear on it—I've never been there."

………………

Time crept closer to nine.

Aqing arrived at the agricultural market, turned on today's livestream, and walked toward the public review area of the tea competition.

【Host! Please turn around! I, Huang, have never begged anyone in my life—I'm begging you, just turn around! I want to see the qipao sister!】

Aqing's livestream screen was packed with comments begging her to turn, pleading like children crying for their parents.

In the local tea farmers' direct sales zone of Zhangxizhen, every girl was stunningly beautiful, smiling as they sat gracefully before tea tables, lifting their long-spouted kettles with elegant poise, performing the ritual of tea brewing like flowing mountain streams.

The tea competition had just begun; there weren't many tourists or tea merchants yet, so Aqing had captured the entire scene of hundreds of beautiful women in one shot when she first went live.

The livestream audience was stunned, almost thinking they'd stumbled into some adult stream.

One highlight of the tea competition, besides the tea itself, was the array of exceptionally graceful tea artists.

Of course, the reason so many beautiful tea artists were here was because the farmers or local tea factories had paid them to attract customers.

The farmers didn't just sell wholesale—they also handled small retail sales of three to five pounds at a time.

Attracting customers and driving traffic became a covert battle within the direct sales zone of the tea competition.

After one fleeting glance, half the livestream audience was begging Aqing to turn around.

"Aqing, ignore them—string them along. When they're desperate, clawing at their chests, that's when we'll harvest pure wish energy," the little fox grinned, as if he could see the viewers on the other side of the screen burning with frustration.

What good is begging Aqing?

Hurry up and make a wish to Fu Li Lao Ye—say: I want to see a pretty girl.

When Fu Li Lao Ye hears your wish, he'll take you to the direct sales zone to flirt with the girls—maybe, with my looks, I can even get their WeChat!

"You want to see the direct sales zone? Wait until we come back from the tea competition—I feel like talking about it now will make the livestream explode."

Aqing looked at the comments, paused for a moment, then spoke.

Aqing kept walking—the public review area of the tea competition was right next to the direct sales zone, with high foot traffic.

"Free tea tasting in the tea competition area—welcome everyone to try and leave your reviews."

At the entrance to the tea competition area, Aqing took a standard pen from the welcoming girl.

Because of the camera effect, the welcoming girl—who had been yawning—now flashed a perfect smile, watched Aqing enter the venue, then immediately reverted to her original bored expression.

"Xiao'an, what tea do you want to try today?" Aqing asked, glancing at the little fox with a smile.

"Can I not drink it?" An Sheng looked at Aqing's expectant face, his expression darkening.

On a village-level tea competition, An Sheng never bothered tasting tea unless something unusual happened.

Because most participants were small workshops, they often added strong, legal-but-dubious ingredients to their teas to stand out.

One common trick: maximize bitterness and astringency to numb the judges' tongues, so they couldn't detect the tea's poor quality—only smell the lingering fragrance.

That's why tea lovers often pay high prices online for award-winning teas, only to brew them and immediately burst into tears after the first sip.

How could they not cry? Judges drink hundreds of these flavor bombs a day—they've lost their sense of taste entirely.

Asking people with no taste to judge tea quality? That's just cruel.

So when buying award-winning tea, one of the most important references is the feedback from on-site visitors.

"Pfft—"

Seeing Aqing hold a disposable spoon to his mouth, An Sheng reluctantly opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and licked a bit of tea from the spoon.

The moment it hit his throat, his tongue nearly shot out of his throat—he leapt up and yelled:

"You scoundrel! You didn't even properly process the kill-green—how dare you serve this to me?"

"It tastes like chewing on cow dung! If Aqing weren't livestreaming, I'd zap you right now!"

The little fox was already hopping and yelling.

Aqing looked puzzled, hearing An Sheng's extremely impolite words, then took back the disposable spoon handed to her by the official tea artist.

She opened her mouth and tasted it—but before the tea even reached her throat, she grimaced in agony, opened her mouth wide, ran to the tea barrel, and spat it all out, face twisted in pain: "My tongue's numb—so bitter it feels like it's not mine anymore."

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【I knew why the fox looked like Wu Dalang drinking medicine—so reluctant! Turns out foxes really know tea! Just sniff it, and they know the quality.】

Joy doesn't disappear—it just moves.

Especially when the little fox stood on his hind legs, hopping and screaming at the tea artist—it was hilarious.

Combined with Aqing's expression after tasting—the one that made her nearly vomit her breakfast—the livestream audience slowly began to believe… Xia Dong foxes really can taste tea.

(End of chapter)