[{"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-97":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},2340550,4575,"Chapter 97: Dog Network [Fourth Update, Request Subscription]","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-97",97,"\u003Cp>Old Chen was at Yu Zhenghong’s house, practically guiding him hand-over-hand on how to stand out in the village-level competition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he knew it, it was 8:30. After finishing his teaching, Old Chen bolted away, as if a flood or ferocious beast were chasing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Lord Fuli, for your protection!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhenghong spoke with sincere gratitude, pulling out a bundle of incense and candles from somewhere and lighting them before Lord Fuli.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though it was only a village-level tea duel, Xia Dong’s competition still carried considerable prestige.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the mandatory requirements to enter the tea duel is owning your own tea field, and before competing, you must submit soil and tea leaf inspection reports to ensure no banned pesticides were used and the tea is safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhenghong’s tea trees were newly planted; even if they met the above conditions, entering the competition would likely result in rejection by the village committee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During growth, most of a tea plant’s nutrients go toward its own development—in other words, leaves from immature tea trees have no nutritional value or flavor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it’s a village-level contest, outsiders and tea merchants still come to watch; the Zhangxizhen village committee won’t present anything clearly failing quality standards, lest it tarnish their village’s reputation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Yu Zhenghong to compete, he’d need to wait at least three years, until the tea trees matured and their leaf output stabilized enough to gain approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this year, for some reason, luck struck—he actually got himself a competition slot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing that merely entering the tea duel allows you to affix the “Tea Duel Selected” label to your product.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that label, you gain official endorsement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether the tea tastes good is subjective, but we guarantee its safety is flawless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you win a prize in the tea duel, you can label your packaging with the award, and your price skyrockets overnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I, Ah Hong, am not greedy—just make it to the city-level and crack the top ten in the provincial finals. Lord, bless me,” Yu Zhenghong mumbled before the little fox, completely oblivious to Lord Fuli’s raised eyebrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhenghong knew his own situation well, but what’s the difference between a man without dreams and a salted fish?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, boasting costs nothing. What if Lord Fuli actually listened, slipped out under the moonlight, set up an altar, and boosted his luck to max?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if the judges all had mouth ulcers, lost taste, and bad eyesight—and somehow thought his tea tasted better than even the Da Hong Pao from remote regions?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After burning incense to Lord Fuli, Yu Zhenghong smiled broadly and transferred two thousand to Yu Xueqing, telling her to treat her visiting classmates well, and if money ran short, to ask him—he mustn’t let their family’s face be lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question Yu Xueqing asked next nearly snapped Yu Zhenghong’s waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she saw her parents off, Yu Xueqing asked her well-traveled father: “Dad, do you know where I can find the most super-ultra-authentic Buddha Jumps Over the Wall?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Super-authentic Buddha Jumps Over the Wall?” Yu Zhenghong froze, eyes narrowing: “Is Lord Fuli hungry?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, it’s—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If it’s not Lord Fuli wanting it, then forget it. That dish isn’t called Buddha Jumps Over the Wall—it should be called ‘Yu Zhenghong Hanging from a Crooked Tree.’ One abalone costs me 1,800, and there are only six in a pot, not counting all the other rare sea and mountain delicacies.” Yu Zhenghong flatly refused once he learned it wasn’t for Lord Fuli.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most authentic Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is probably something most people in Xia Dong have never tasted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Lord Fuli wanted it, Yu Zhenghong might grit his teeth and swallow it down, ordering the cheapest 18,800-yuan set as an offering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if Yu Xueqing wanted it, Yu Zhenghong would rather hand her the cash to spend freely than ever order a Buddha Jumps Over the Wall set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh come on! I’m not the one who wants to eat it… Okay, fine, I kinda do want to, but I’m asking for Mo Mo. Her main goals coming to Xia Dong are seafood, swimming, and eating Buddha Jumps Over the Wall once.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing explained to her father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhenghong relaxed once he realized his daughter wasn’t plotting patricide: “The most authentic Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is at Longshui Reservoir in Changping District, but you have to book three days in advance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, it’s crazy expensive—one meal costs what you’d spend in a year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, Yu Zhenghong walked off casually, utterly unconcerned whether his daughter could afford it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come on, that place is a pure scam—when Ah Qing sees the price, she’ll run straight out. I’d even take her surname! Yu Zhenghong felt relaxed; letting his daughter see a bit of the world wouldn’t hurt—otherwise, some guy with yellow hair handing her a plastic flower could sweep her off her feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whoa, nice car! All the body panels are carbon fiber.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting in his pickup, Yu Zhenghong spotted his daughter’s electric car parked at the gate and the Dodge Hellcat parked across the street, and sighed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone else in our village got rich. When will my threaded-steel fishing rod finally get upgraded to carbon fiber?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhenghong winked at Chen Peipei, but all he got was her cold stare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“On our wedding anniversary, you gave me a bag; I gave you a Shimano sea-fishing rod.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I kept the bag in the closet—never used it. So where’s your Shimano rod, meant for showing off?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It got yanked away by a fish.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Louder.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Report! The fishing rod my wife gave me to show off to my buddies got dragged off by a fish!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Was your threaded-steel rod really that bad?” Chen Peipei asked in a flat tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Zhenghong stayed silent, but his face still brimmed with resentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, he still had his own take on last time’s fishing failure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Yu Xueqing had just returned home and saw Mo Yiqing standing before the altar, hands clasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mo Mo… what are you doing?” Yu Xueqing stared at Mo Yiqing with a strange expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? I’m just going with the local customs! I saw Dad praying so devoutly, so I tried it too,” Mo Yiqing said carelessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ying ying ying”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng, face dark with exasperation, looked at Yu Xueqing and let out two plaintive whimpers:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah Qing… you’re just in time—come and control this out-of-control Mo Mo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She thinks I’m a wishing turtle in a fountain, and even asked me to be her bath puff—yes, the foaming bath ball.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And she demanded a full-body massage!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s basically buying a yearly spa pass at my expense.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng rushed to Yu Xueqing and listed Mo Yiqing’s bizarre demands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wang wang wang—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fox fox, Boss Bai from the market is looking for you. Brothers who hear this, pass it on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wang wang wang—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng, squatting in the bathroom and enjoying Mo Yiqing’s supermodel bath service, suddenly froze as a chorus of barking erupted across Zhangxizhen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up at Yu Xueqing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing sensed something, gasped:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? The dog wants to bite the fox’s butt?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng: “.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1200,"2026-06-20T23:19:16.017Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d8231f237f0b19923368c533a1140ffb79c233c0b550cec72227ef62cd927a1d","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-98","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-96",354,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-cover.jpg"]