Chapter 90: Without Fuli Lao Ye, What Am I Supposed to Do?!

Old man, you’d better go talk some sense into them—foxes combine the nosiness of cats with the endurance and destructive power of dogs; give them enough time and they’ll dig right through reinforced concrete walls.

Keeping a creature with cat-level jumping ability in a room full of tea sets? Tsk tsk—I can already hear the sound of shattered teacups in my ears.

As a fox, sure, I’m greedy, love flirting with penguins and asking for spicy pics, but when it comes to being an adorable fox, I’m dead serious—I’ve got professional ethics.

Listening to the whimpering from the two Arctic foxes outside, An Sheng didn’t quite understand what they were chattering about, but he could clearly feel their excitement was extremely high.

Keeping foxes inside a tea shop? I’m sure that within a short while, the shop owner will witness firsthand the foxes’ parkour antics racing through the rooms.

And the lingering, soothing sound of purple clay teapots shattering on the floor—echoing for days.

Old man, I’m not afraid of anything else—I’m terrified the tea shop owner next door will come after you for trouble!

“Ying ying ying—”

An Sheng whimpered inwardly, leapt onto the street, blocked a beautiful woman, lifted his tiny fox paw, hooked her silk stocking, and tugged her toward the shop:

“A Qing! Potential customer—one’s probably buying this as a gift. Let’s roll out the premium gift set!”

“Huh?”

The woman, her stocking caught by the fox’s paw, gasped, worried the stocking might snag and ladder on the street, and instinctively stepped forward into the tea shop.

Yu Xueqing picked up the fox and repeatedly apologized to the woman in professional attire.

The woman in professional attire stared with a strange expression, then cautiously reached out and pinched the fox’s fluffy tail.

As the fox’s tail brushed across her pale hand, the silken fur made every hair on her skin stand on end.

“Hssss”

The woman in the professional dress shuddered, gazed at the enchanting little fox spirit, and sucked in a sharp breath.

Stare—

The owners of the neighboring tea shop, silent, crouched outside Yu Xueqing’s shop, bringing out their own caged foxes, instructing their Arctic foxes to watch closely and learn well.

………

“Huh? A Qing, do you have a friend surnamed Qiu?”

Yu Zhenghong, busy packing gift boxes on the second floor, noticed on the computer backend that a local woman surnamed Qiu had ordered nearly ten thousand yuan worth of tea from the Music Note store.

Yu Zhenghong blinked, leaned out from the second floor, and called down to Yu Xueqing, who was busy below:

“Qiu? Yes! What about Qiu Lingling?”

“That’s it—the order’s name is Qiu Ling,” Yu Zhenghong replied. “Call her. If it’s really your friend helping out, I’ll send her our premium tea box. Your friend’s a real stand-up person—ordered nearly ten thousand yuan worth of tea for us.”

“Almost emptied out your old man’s flower tea stock.”

Seeing the local order and the female customer, Yu Zhenghong had casually asked—and hadn’t expected to actually know her.

“Nearly ten thousand yuan worth of tea?” Yu Xueqing blinked, incredulous. “Lingling just graduated college and started working—why buy so much tea?”

Saying this, Yu Xueqing called Qiu Lingling on WeChat.

“Lingling, did you buy nearly ten thousand yuan worth of tea from my livestream yesterday?”

“Ah, yeah,” came Qiu Lingling’s strange tone over the phone. “I saw someone mention a fox doing the electric butt dance in a group, clicked in, saw you livestreaming, and… just bought a little.”

“No worries, just ship it normally. Mid-Autumn is coming next month—I’ll use it for gifts. Buying for anyone’s the same, but buying for a friend’s even safer—you won’t have to worry about old or blended tea.”

As Qiu Lingling spoke, she covered her face, terrified of exposing her bad habits.

The fox’s tongue flicking in the livestream nearly licked away her three souls and seven poises—and her yang energy.

When she came to her senses, her shopping cart was almost full.

But it didn’t matter—next month is Mid-Autumn, perfect time to buy tea and mooncakes for gifts.

Though Qiu isn’t a common surname in Jiule, Qiu Lingling has tons of uncles, aunts, and uncles—plus clients—she’ll easily give it all away.

Over thirty family households, plus over twenty supplier and fishery contacts.

Yu Xueqing hung up the WeChat call, a trace of awe creeping across her cheeks.

Indeed, pet owners are wealthy; they spend tens of thousands on gifts just for holidays.

[40] Indeed, pet owners are rich—during holidays, they spend ten to twenty thousand yuan just on gifts.

But can companies reimburse this kind of gift-giving?

Yu Xueqing didn’t know.

“Since she’s your friend, you go deliver it yourself—I won’t bother making the trip,” Yu Zhenghong said, packing Qiu Lingling’s tea and adding two jin of authentic Shougoujian Cinnamon Rock Tea as a bonus.

Tea requires careful storage and preservation—tea shops must meet high standards; different teas must be kept in separate rooms to prevent flavor contamination or secondary fermentation from moisture.

Due to storage risks and the possibility of aging tea losing its flavor.

The tea industry typically earns a 50% profit—bearing risk means higher returns, and unscrupulous retailers can mark it up several times over.

Had it not been for the need to pack tea and Qiu Lingling being Yu Xueqing’s friend, Yu Zhenghong would’ve personally delivered it himself to promote his shop.

“Oh.”

Yu Xueqing responded, grabbed the edge of the cardboard box, hoisted the fifty-jin tea onto her shoulder, and picked up the little fox to make the delivery.

Yu Zhenghong turned with a smile to go back upstairs—then froze the moment he sat down.

“Wait! A Qing, you’re delivering, sure—but why are you taking our Fuli Lao Ye with you?!”

“My Fuli Lao Ye!”

“Oh no!”

Yu Zhenghong rushed out, trying to shout after his daughter who was carrying off Fuli Lao Ye.

But he was too late—he could only see the taillights of Wu Ling Duanjiao Yutou’s car.

Yu Zhenghong nearly collapsed to his knees, weeping.

Fuli Lao Ye had finally taken the initiative to attract customers—and he’d missed it all because of his own laziness.

“Hehehe”

The neighboring tea shop owner, pretending not to notice, strolled past Yu Zhenghong with his foxes darting everywhere:

“Ah Hong, don’t be sad—it’s just Fuli Lao Ye, right? Look, I’ve got one too. Brothers, I’ll lend you mine later.”

“Nope. Yours doesn’t work.”

“Pfft! Jinx! Yours is the one that doesn’t work!”

“My Lao Ye eats offerings and incense! Your foreign devil foxes soak in salty ocean water—no incense smoke, no spirit! Never even tasted incense—nowhere near as effective!”

“Hey!” The neighbor’s tea shop owner trembled with rage.

………

In the car.

“Lingling lives pretty far—this is almost at the docks.”

Yu Xueqing opened navigation, saw the delivery address, and frowned in surprise.

Qiu Lingling’s delivery address was twenty kilometers from Tea Street.

Such a distant location made Yu Xueqing struggle to imagine how Qiu Lingling regularly went to Changping Pet Park and the Youth Palace to walk her dog.

“Isn’t this address the seafood wholesale market?” An Sheng leaned over to peek at the phone, then his eyes suddenly lit up with realization.

No wonder—during their last two cuddles, he’d faintly smelled a salty, fishy scent in her hair.

He’d thought it was just dog odor before.

“Little An, don’t poke around or we’ll get in an accident! Sit still—we’re delivering!”

“After we deliver, we’ve got to pick up your Mo Mo aunt at the high-speed rail station!” Seeing the little fox getting nosy, Yu Xueqing quickly pinned him down—she knew well the importance of safe driving.

Please, dear readers, grant me your monthly tickets.

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(End of Chapter)