Chapter 1180 - 1177: Malfunction? Master Fuli Is Too Effective!

"Dad, it's the middle of the festival season..."

Ah Qing's eyes widened, quickly grabbing the phone from her dad, who was calling the renovation company to ask about the price of windowsills.

"You just don't get it! This is called reserving in advance. Once the factory starts working, we'll immediately replace all the glass windows at home."

"No matter who feels wronged, we can't wrong Master Fuli!"

Yu Zhenghong spoke confidently, thumping his chest to assure her, swiftly optimizing Master Fuli's living environment.

"Eh?"

Ah Qing shrunk back suddenly, stammeringly speaking, looking towards the stairs and asking:

"Then... the doors and windows upstairs have been left open all these years, and the cold wind we endured in winter is..."

"Didn't we buy houses in the city? We only return to the ancestral home during the festival. I originally planned to build two more stories when I retired. Then, we'd do it all together."

"Besides, who would have thought your school would assign a research project like that."

Yu Zhenghong acknowledged, shrugged, and turned around to continue communicating with the renovation company, urging them to send someone over immediately to take measurements.

If they don't come soon, we'll switch to another company. I can suffer, but we can't mistreat the old elder at home.

If Master Fuli runs away, I wouldn't even know where to invite him back from.

"Tsk... I feel like my brain's growing." Ah Qing quipped, face full of black lines, feeling her dad might have just looked at her with a hint of pride.

As if saying: Hmm, you're sturdy; a little wind and frost won't even make you catch a cold.

"Little fox! I'm jealous!"

Ah Qing, face full of mixed feelings, turned around, plopping down into the chair in her room, looking at the little fox packing up his things, ready to go out for a gaming session.

"Say with me, lao老, deng登, now let's form the word: 'Old Deng'."

Ansheng held back his laughter, looking at Ah Qing, who was sitting in the chair with her arms crossed and puffed up in anger.

Ansheng had heard the entire awkward conversation in the hallway with his keen fox ears, but he didn't join in.

But honestly, Old Deng can't really be blamed. Replacing the doors and windows of the entire house wouldn't cost less than fifty or sixty thousand.

Before I came, Old Deng had just gambled away a few hundred thousand to contract a tea plantation. Where would he have the money to repair the house? And it was me who cosplayed as a Tea Master and tricked Old Deng into thinking he had hit the jackpot.

Seeing Ah Qing's live streaming taking off, he had one less thing to worry about, and now he's just daring to spend money with a light heart.

He doesn't dare to change fishing rods or buy a car and is secretly saving up for Ah Qing's dowry.

"Hmph! Dad's going to spoil you sooner or later..." Ah Qing said, her face a mixture of smiles and frowns, vigorously rubbing the fox's head, then standing up with a beaming smile, twirling around:

"By the way, how do I look in this outfit? Momo gifted it to me..."

Ah Qing hopped lightly, her long skirt flying, a Mamian skirt with a black base embroidered with beige and gold patterns, a black turtleneck top, and a wine-red V-neck loose knit sweater, paired with high-top boots.

Ah Qing tugged at the red belt around her waist, swirling it in her hand a couple of times, and looked at the little fox asking.

"The outfit's quite pretty, but your single ponytail is a bit plain. Later, get the stylist at Lin Ying's house to do something with it."

Ansheng gave Ah Qing a once-over, thoughtfully giving his opinion.

"Pretty? Why didn't I hear any compliments?" Ah Qing perked up her ears, leaning closer to the little fox and asked.

"Honestly, it's pretty, but it feels a bit mismatched."

"Wearing this outfit, you should pull out a folding fan from your pocket, and teasingly tickle my chin while showing a playful grin: 'Foxy, any plans tonight?'" Ansheng nodded solemnly.

Momo's match is spot on and indeed makes her skin look fairer. When Ah Qing wears it silently, she exudes a cool, ancient beauty, perfectly fitting the concept of a 'heroine cosplay.'

But the moment Ah Qing speaks, with that typical soft Xia Dong accent, Ansheng finds it a bit hard to hold in his laughter.

That "Hey~ you're so annoying!" style, coupled with this neat outfit, who's able to keep a straight face?

"Then... Isn't it too flamboyant? Isn't messing with Spirit Beasts going to land one in detention?"

Ah Qing hesitated, scratching her head with a troubled expression, holding the little fox and his packed luggage, she grumbled.

However, hearing the little fox himself say: Ah Qing, you're so beautiful, still made her very happy.

Because.

During her time at the Security Bureau, she had heard a slang describing a foul-mouthed individual.

"You're probably not so intimate with Master Fuli, otherwise how could you, at a mouth temperature of 37 degrees, come up with such breathtaking coarse words..."

This little fox, usually known for his sharp tongue, was now personally complimenting her beauty~

After greeting the elders and accepting the red envelopes they handed out,

Ah Qing headed towards Lin Ying's house while pulling out her phone from her bag to call Lingren.

The call was picked up quickly on Lingren's side, but Ah Qing, hearing a "hmm" sound from the other end, was instantly stunned in place and asked:

"During festival season... are you learning Chinese medicine acupressure?"

"I'm not acupressure, I'm now hung like preserved meat on a clothes drying pole by my mom, holding onto the smooth tiles while taking the call. Do you know how much effort I'm putting in?"

Even though half-exhausted from being upside down, Lingren took a deep breath and rolled her eyes, teasing Ah Qing.

"Uh... did you knock over the family altar or take your shoes off at the reunion dinner to pick at your toes?"

"Neither, my mom can't stand losing and insists I was cheating at mahjong, so she hung me up."

Lingren pouted, utterly disgruntled: "It's obviously just poor skills, losing from the start to the end of January. How dare she say I was cheating!"

Upon hearing Lingren's words, Ansheng and Ah Qing both couldn't help a strange look on their faces, seemingly understanding why Lingren's mom couldn't catch Lingren cheating at mahjong.

Small fox's incredible fortune is no secret in the dormitory.

Tang You, aiming to tap into a bit of that fortune, would often give the little fox massages, and even resorted to using essential oil for back massages.

Thinking...

Every time Lingren sat down to play cards, she would sincerely recite the name of Master Fuli, using the mystical Fuli's Method to dominate the mahjong table.

"Your mom must have lost quite a bit, huh..." Ah Qing chuckled despite herself, asking.

Lingren being strung up like a preserved duck wasn't entirely undeserved...

"There's no loss, not a cent lost, just that dad's little savings got wiped out..."

Lingren clicked her tongue, letting out a long sigh. Her and her dad's rebellion against maternal tyranny ended with her being hung like preserved meat and dad's small savings wiped out.

"Pfft..." Both Ansheng and Ah Qing couldn't help but snicker at Lingren's complaints over the phone. So, this is the so-called Sichuan and Chongqing dragon, easily subduing rebellious daughters while tersely dealing with the old man at home too.

After some idle chit-chat, Ah Qing didn't forget to bring up the issue Xiaolan had mentioned.

"Expired? My Spiritual Particles haven't expired! I just sneaked out last night using spiritualization to play mahjong."

"But, friends can't handle losing, claiming they'd grab a knife from the kitchen, only to end up strangling me from behind..."

The mahjong stakes at Lingren's house aren't big, being only a few hundred per night, but losing continuously indeed tests one's nerves.

However, the issue of Fuli Spirit Particles failing to deliver never occurred with Lingren.

She dutifully recites the fox's name, diligently playing hundreds of rounds of mahjong a day, tagging Master Fuli before every game starts.

If not for the distance, Master Fuli's Wish List would be bombarded by Lingren, evolving independently with repetitive wish folding and such features...

"You didn't sacrifice my years or exchange how many years of being single for luck at cards, right?"

Ansheng looked puzzled at the phone and asked.