[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent":3,"chapter-the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-343":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Fox Has No Malicious Intent",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2340796,4575,"Chapter 343: Master Hu, We","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-343",343,"\u003Cp>“Oh right, right, the piggy bank I saved up before—I forgot to bring it out for Xiao’an when I left the ancestral home. This is the piggy bank we bought for you while shopping at lunchtime.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a bit of fussing, they pried open the little fox’s hind leg, and Yu Xueqing suddenly remembered something, pulled out the terracotta warrior-shaped piggy bank, and stood it upright in front of An Sheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who cares about piggy banks—can’t you wait till I finish using the toilet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng pushed his little flowerpot into the bathroom to fertilize it, while Yu Xueqing knocked on the door, urging him to hurry out and see the new piggy bank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng stared blankly, shook himself, opened the door, and saw a terracotta warrior about sixty centimeters tall standing by the entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is your wife’s dowry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing crouched on the balcony, took out the stack of banknotes she’d previously stored in the cabinet but never deposited into the ATM, and shoved the thick bundle of hundred-yuan bills entirely into the piggy bank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All of it’s in now—don’t you dare say I’m being stingy with your fox food allowance!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s all saved up so you can find a wife.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, Yu Xueqing picked up the little fox, grabbed the piggy bank, and returned to the dormitory to play for Xiao’an the video of his salary payment that had just been uploaded to Yinfu yesterday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the non-backend interface, though the video’s view count couldn’t be seen, the nearly three hundred thousand likes and over forty thousand comments left An Sheng stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The top liked comment: 【There’s a kind of rations called desolation. Poor Xiao’an—ever heard of a burlap sack? I’ve got every color you could want.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second most liked comment, accompanied by a photo of a lawyer’s license, read: 【Contact me if you need help.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng: “...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should I call you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I call you, you’d better actually pick up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m not like other dogs—I actually have a phone I can call you on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, on the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three in the afternoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ying and Lin Bingyun, preparing to go out to buy ingredients for that evening’s banquet, arrived at the underground garage and suddenly noticed something oddly out of place on the H-2 pickup truck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are there door panels in the truck bed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the H-2’s cargo bed, besides the large hammer and various small tools like power saws, two black iron door panels engraved with strange patterns had somehow appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ying, looking at the door panels crushed under the massive hammer, frowned and turned to Lin Bingyun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuli Lao Ye loaded them himself before leaving, along with a weapon case tossed onto the passenger seat,” Lin Bingyun explained to Lin Ying about the origin of the door panels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the true origin of the door panels? Only Fuli Lao Ye knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Weapon case?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ying walked over to the passenger seat and glanced at the dark green metal case.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s probably not firearms—maybe Fuli Lao Ye just used it to store random stuff. It was clinking around when he threw it in the car,” Lin Bingyun explained to Lin Ying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Lin Ying nodded slightly and did not open Fuli Lao Ye’s case.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After being amazed by Fuli Lao Ye’s act of packing artifacts from the ruins, Lin Ying got into the business car driven by Lin Shu and went shopping with Lin Bingyun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Lin Bingyun was extremely meticulous and had clearly learned Fuli Lao Ye’s dietary habits and home preferences during their time together, Lin Ying still felt that personally preparing the celebration banquet for Fuli Lao Ye was necessary for its memorial significance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While they were buying ingredients, An Sheng’s phone—temporarily entrusted to Lin Ying—suddenly vibrated repeatedly, signaling an incoming call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Chen Village Chief calling.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the caller ID, Lin Ying—who had originally planned to ignore the call—froze, then picked it up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lao Ye! All the tea you roasted has sold out completely! Now the city-level tea competition is open for registration, and I’ve got no tea left!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Chen’s voice, thick with distress, poured out from the other end of the line in a rapid rush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regarding the production of ‘Qing’an Tea,’ An Sheng had already given Old Chen the exact ratios and environmental data before leaving Zhangxizhen, instructing him to supervise Lao Deng in hiring a tea factory—or even starting one himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mass-produced tea was no problem—but the issue was, there was no tea left for the competition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mass-produced Qing’an Tea, while decent as everyday drinking tea, was simply not good enough to win at the village-level tea competition due to its low price.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before leaving, Fuli Lao Ye had said he’d find a way to get competition-grade tea ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since leaving, Fuli Lao Ye had vanished completely—no word at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With registration closing soon, Old Chen couldn’t help but panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhangxizhen’s Tieguanyin was famous, but its oolong tea reputation was relatively obscure, known only locally in Jiule City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having witnessed Fuli Lao Ye’s bizarre antics, Old Chen now pinned all his hopes on him to bring glory to the village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuli Lao Ye is attending school,” Lin Ying told Old Chen. “When he gets back tonight, I’ll pass on your message. By the way, Fuli Lao Ye applied for a patent on irradiated tea processing—he might need you to fetch two tea bushes from his home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lin... Lin Ying?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the female voice on the line, Old Chen blinked in surprise, then exclaimed in astonishment:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait... irradiated tea? Is that even drinkable? Is Fuli Lao Ye planning to poison the judges?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll let Fuli Lao Ye explain the details to you when he gets back—I don’t understand the science behind it, but the irradiated tea product has already passed food safety inspections and received its certification.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ying told Old Chen everything she knew, along with Fuli Lao Ye’s likely plans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright then! Be sure to tell him—I’m afraid we’ll miss the registration deadline,” Old Chen said after a moment’s thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hanging up, Old Chen muttered to himself: “Fuli Lao Ye is supposed to be in Changancheng... so why is Lin Ying over there? I saw her coming home last night.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did Fuli Lao Ye enter the tea competition?” Lin Ying stared at the disconnected call, thought for a moment, recalled Yu Zhenghong winning the village-level championship, and her face lit up with sudden understanding—she could already imagine what had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guardsman, go ask Fuli Lao Ye’s house if they have any tea he roasted—collect some back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng had indeed considered sending tea as a gift to Lin Ying before, but after thinking it over, he decided against it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ying drank only tea from core production areas; the worst tea in her cabinet was Jin Jun Mei, retailing for over six thousand yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The original Qing’an Tea tasted decent, but to claim it rivaled famous-region teas was nonsense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sending it would be meaningless—she might even find it unpleasant to drink, but since it was from him, she couldn’t throw it away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng planned to wait until the tea bushes matured and the processing technique improved, until he could produce tea that met his own high standards, before gifting it to his friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng’s thinking was straightforward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for Lin Ying, the fact that Fuli Lao Ye had won his first tea competition held deep sentimental value.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a child receiving a school award—even though everyone knows hanging it on the wall leaves marks and damages expensive painted surfaces, many still do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s a memorial of growth, a kind of encouragement; parents feel joy seeing their child’s achievement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a commercial standpoint, Fuli Lao Ye’s initial tea was indeed inferior to premium teas—but emotionally, no matter how expensive the tea, none could compare in Lin Ying’s heart to Fuli Lao Ye’s first homemade batch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ying could almost picture Fuli Lao Ye clumsily reaching into the iron wok to stir the tea leaves, burning his paws, his face twisted in fury as he let out a plaintive squeak, cursing loudly in full fox-anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of the story behind the tea, Lin Ying couldn’t help but smile faintly, feeling unexpectedly cheerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nightfall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng strolled out of school, leaping onto the business car parked at the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lin Ying, I’ve got a surprise for you later,” An Sheng said cheerfully upon seeing her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? Really? Good—I’ve got a little gift for Fuli Lao Ye too,” Lin Ying smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1428,"2026-06-20T23:19:16.948Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0cb79cbe9ec40d20800f55e3322148e1649b00c8e7aa24771c3e36c62e609e9f","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-344","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-342",354,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-cover.jpg"]