Chapter 6: A Qing, You

“Come—”

Sitting on the plastic bench in front of the Youth Palace, Yu Xueqing unpacked the bag and laid out the entire seafood feast on the plastic table.

Of course, before eating dinner, Yu Xueqing did not forget to place her little fox on the table, letting the fox and the dishes complement each other in a visually appetizing display.

Yu Xueqing had taken photos of the fox, sent them to her dorm mates, then pushed the two small bowls of cooled congee toward An Sheng.

Then she peeled out a piece of crab claw meat and placed it on An Sheng’s congee, gesturing for him to eat.

“Ying ying ying—”

Looking at the crab meat as thick as his arm, An Sheng couldn’t help but think how much better modern society was—if this were ancient times, the fox.

The fox wouldn’t even be allowed to sit at the table; he’d probably be stuck boiling in the pot right now.

Of course, before actually eating, An Sheng did not forget his mission.

He didn’t touch the food; instead, he stared warily at the plastic bowl, circling it, sniffing intensely, emitting a series of sniffing sounds and confused little whimpers.

Taking someone’s hand makes you indebted; eating their food makes you soft-spoken—Yu Qing had treated him to this feast, so An Sheng naturally went all out, performing for her the green-tea fox he’d learned from Yinfu.

Honorable foster mother above, I, An Piaoling, have wandered for months—should you not reject me, I vow to assist you in achieving great deeds!

“Pfft—”

Just as she took a bite of pickled vegetable with congee, she saw her fox circling the white bowl, sniffing with wary alertness, leaping about as if casting a spell.

Yu Xueqing spat out her congee, completely forgetting her poise, and quickly grabbed her phone to record the fox’s adorable spellcasting.

“Hahaha, eat! It’s all delicious!”

Yu Xueqing laughed until she was doubled over, wiped the congee from her lips, then reached out to pin down the bouncing fox, deliberately picking up crab meat and chewing it as if demonstrating.

An Sheng put on a puzzled face, licked the crab meat, chewed thoughtfully, seemed to decide it wouldn’t kill him, then buried his head and devoured it greedily.

As he ate, he emitted happy little whimpers.

He was truly happy now.

In his past life, this dish of fried crab in a wind-protected bay had, in many business restaurants, replaced golden garlic paste with bread crumbs and garlic powder for aesthetic plating.

Bread crumbs looked nice, but the real flavor came from family-run street stalls.

They didn’t care about labor costs—they hand-peeled, carefully selected, then fried massive amounts of golden garlic paste.

Qiangji Seafood Grill, right?

When I finally cultivate a human form and get rich, I’ll support your business every single day—don’t let it go bankrupt!

After dinner, Yu Xueqing cleared the plastic bags from the table and easily lifted the white, twelve-pound miniature gas-tank fox in one hand.

Though Yu Xueqing showed no signs of physical training, never underestimate the effects of bonus points for the college entrance exam and the Green Sports Health Intensive Bootcamp.

After a long, harmonious session with her fox, Yu Xueqing casually slung the fox over her shoulder and headed home.

An Sheng stared at Yu Xueqing with a strange expression.

During the post-meal interaction, he had learned an important piece of information from Yu Xueqing’s conversations with her father and other friends.

Yu Qing had not turned to crime.

But she had become a cyber tea girl!

Her phone was given by her father, because the tea shop’s business had been slow, and her father, seeing how wildly popular live-streaming sales were on Yinfu, had plunged headfirst into it.

The result, naturally, was obvious—tea had little appeal among young people.

Add to that the fact that the streamer was overly slick, and after three months of streaming, all he’d done was daily bickering and screaming matches with other middle-aged men who also sold tea online.

His total sales hadn’t even reached five thousand yuan, and due to constant fighting, his blood pressure had spiked, forcing him to rest.

Helplessly, Yu Qing’s father, seeing his daughter was home for summer break, had assigned her to help out as a summer intern and handed over the livestreaming business to her.

It was now mid-July, peak summer.

Yu Xueqing’s school had started summer break on June 28 and wouldn’t resume until September 8.

Perfect—his beautiful daughter could help out for two months.

In addition to her two-thousand-yuan monthly living allowance, the summer job paid her an extra three thousand yuan as compensation for stepping in to fight her father’s battles.

“2024 livestream sales? Even shit’s gone cold by the time you get there,” An Sheng muttered inwardly.

An Sheng had never done livestream e-commerce in his past life and didn’t know the industry well, but based on those once-popular e-commerce streamers he’d seen.

They had long been deeply rooted in short-video platforms, amassed huge followings, and livestream sales were merely a way for big influencers to monetize their resources.

Yu Qing hoping to make money through livestream sales is like hoping to become a cyber Arhat.

The cyber Bodhisattvas dare to edge close—An Sheng dares too.

They and they don’t dare—he dares too. That’s one advantage of being born a fox.

You can’t say a fox shaking its butt is vulgar or erotic, can you?

An Sheng just feared he’d get Yu Qing fired, so he dared not appear in her livestream.

From now on, he’d have to be more careful when Yu Qing livestreamed.

An Sheng wasn’t some cute prop in Yu Qing’s words—he was a genuine Xia Beiyang red fox, a bona fide fox immortal with Beijing household registration.

Back home, Yu Xueqing carried An Sheng into the room, made several trips back and forth, and hauled in various livestreaming stands and lighting equipment from the back seat.

Sitting on a mat, Yu Xueqing placed the fox in her lap, curiously checking the prices of the lights, and scanned the QR codes on the gear.

Then, neither An Sheng nor Yu Xueqing stopped gasping.

One fill-light cost three thousand yuan.

One unknown lamp cost nine hundred and thirty yuan.

All one could say was that Yu Xueqing’s father was the classic case of a poor student with too many stationery items.

“Ying ying ying—”

An Sheng lifted his head and sighed, gazing at Yu Xueqing’s profile.

Yu Qing, do you think your mom knows about this? Why not turn him in? Altogether, including the livestream phone, you’ve poured in sixty thousand yuan,

spent three months, and earned back only a few thousand—barely enough to cover his medical bills.

Who knows? When your mom executes your dad, you could even list these things on Xianyu to recoup some losses and pretend nothing ever happened.

“Master~ Aren’t these things for me to touch?”

In Yu Xueqing’s ears, An Sheng’s demonic whisper urging her to turn in her father, after machine translation, came out as a tea-scented phrase.

“These things… better not be touched.”

Yu Xueqing stared in disbelief, patted the fox’s head, as if amazed at her father’s extravagance—or perhaps at his fate of losing everything and riding the bus.

After sighing, Yu Xueqing began tidying up the living room.

Livestream sales? She had no experience—she’d only thought of it as a joke.

But now that she knew her father had lost so badly his pants were practically transparent, Yu Xueqing felt a slight heaviness in her heart.

After cleaning the living room, Yu Xueqing picked up the fox lying on the sofa and headed to the bathroom to wash him.

The fox had been out today—he needed a bath.

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