Chapter 1201 - 1198: Becoming Immortal and Doing Sets

"What are you all chatting about? Sneaky..."

Ansheng, nestled in Chen Zhiyu's arms, emerged from the office, curious as she looked at Ah Qing, whose eyes were sparkling. It seemed Ah Qing had picked up some top-secret insider info from the livestream, and she whimpered a question.

"Xiaolan is back?"

Seeing the Little Fox return, Ah Qing placed the carbon fiber fishing rod on the rack, pulled Ansheng onto her lap, and turned to the public screen of the livestream, saying:

"Just now in the livestream, a viewer asked if a fox's tail is so fluffy and soft, can it be used as a feather duster to clean wooden sofas?"

Ah Qing looked at the Little Fox, posing the question she had just seen on the public screen.

Of course.

Ah Qing knew that generally speaking, if Huhu was used this way, you'd probably end up with a "whimpering" noise generator at home.

But if Ansheng was used, it seemed quite feasible to Ah Qing.

The Little Fox, with nothing else to do, could rub against the ornamental dragon and phoenix wooden sofas at home, and come year-end, cleaning the sofa crevices wouldn't be so tiring.

"In theory, it's feasible, but I wouldn't recommend doing so, otherwise, they might have to consider which sofa can be delivered by tomorrow..."

"With that kind of money, what housekeeper can't they hire?" Ansheng asked with a strange look.

Though Ansheng hadn't seen the IP address of the commenter, the fellow who posted that rather resentful remark was very likely from Lingnan...

Normally, homes accumulate dust, but in Lingnan, the heavy moisture directly compacts the dust into concrete-like clumps in crevices.

"Oh..."

"Little Fox said, 'No need to say much; the tail is crucial,'" Ah Qing said to the livestream audience. "But if the tail is touched, it can transform into a rattlesnake fox..."

[Displaying affection?]

"No, it's an instant six-shot, silky-smooth super stapler," Ah Qing assured the livestream viewers, recalling the experience of her classmate, Yuyu.

As soon as the Little Fox returned, the silently lurking Huhu fans in the livestream immediately started listening intently.

They began inquiring of Ah Qing about Huhu's habits, along with suggesting Ah Qing consider hosting a fan meet and greet.

Meanwhile, on Lin Ying's side, Lin Bingyun quietly approached to whisper something in her ear.

"Huh?"

Lin Ying's eyes widened in astonishment as she glanced in Chen Zhiyu's direction, her expression slightly peculiar:

"Is her background really that complex? I now understand why she always regarded me with a bit of caution and vigilance..."

"So... she felt I was troublesome?" Lin Ying said with a strange look toward Lin Bingyun.

"In some respects, your presence greatly impacts her ambition," Lin Bingyun pondered. "Without knowing it, you pose quite a threat."

Master Fuli had inheritor-level treatment at Lin Ying's place; whatever he wanted, he got, but orally, Master Fuli hadn't agreed yet.

Lin Ying naturally wouldn't openly proclaim it.

Both Lin Ying and Chen Zhiyu shared similarities: one was a renowned tycoon, the other a prominent up-and-comer; both were affluent madam sisters.

One in her early thirties, the other mid-twenties, were in their prime.

Lin Ying and Lin Bingyun exchanged a glance, contemplating Chen Zhiyu's background.

"Huh?"

Half-squatting alongside Qiu Lingling, petting Ah Bai, Chen Zhiyu suddenly shivered, instinctively glanced sideways, spotting Lin Ying tiptoeing to observe her, and naturally showed a hint of vigilance.

Although familiar with Lin Ying and aware of her character, the Rich Lady Lin often became speechless when apart from Master Fuli.

But as soon as Master Fuli arrived, Lin Ying would suddenly become warm and talkative, speaking multiple sentences in a minute.

Chen Zhiyu always felt Lin Ying had some ulterior motive regarding Master Fuli.

"Sister Zhiyu, what's wrong?"

Trying to pat Ah Bai's belly and check for bugs, Qiu Lingling curiously inquired of Chen Zhiyu, who had turned and stiffened.

"Nothing, just checking the time. It's almost mealtime, let's round up Ah Qing and head back to eat..."

Chen Zhiyu shook her head, refraining from openly discussing Lin Ying's intentions regarding Fuli; after all, speculation is just speculation, but she respected Lin Ying's approach.

After speaking, Chen Zhiyu turned to round up the livestreaming Master Fuli and Ah Qing, leading them to a village-run private dining, having the staff serve the food.

The most famous at Changping Village is the second-generation wild boars bred under Chen Zhiyu's guidance, with the main dish at the lavish mountain feast being a whole pig feast and various mountain delicacies, along with grass fish farmed in mountain cool springs.

Though ingredients aren't exceedingly rare, each one is meticulously quality-controlled from the source.

Plain-looking pork, sliced and served, appears vividly red like beef.

"........"

Lin Bingyun stared at the food on the table, momentarily puzzled, then looked at Chen Zhiyu with a questioning face.

Isn't the usual procurement vastly different from this lineup?

Wow, the pork's fatty texture was remarkably precise and translucent, as if measured by vernier calipers.

"Don't glare at me; usually I can't even get pork of this quality..."

Chen Zhiyu waved her hand, explaining, "Our village only raises a few each year, reserved for ancestor offerings or shared community meals after cemetery sweeping, never sold commercially."

"Otherwise, my dad would be exhausted trying to cultivate enough for restaurant supply."

While other second-generation wild boars are free-range, the one here is Chen Zhiyu's dad's specially bred offering pig, and the two are naturally distinct.

She undergoes an annual health check, whereas the offering pig is checked every four months, does weekly workouts, and resides in a meticulously air-conditioned, cleaned mess-free pigsty.

Every detail ensures purity, so past ancestors don't end up eating a mouthful of pig hair.

"Whimper—"

Perenched in a chair, Ansheng, biting into soy sauce and garlic-coated pork, immediately savors it with a happiness-filled little fox face.

The meat's texture rich like beef, and the thin fat layer and pigskin without any foulness, was QQ bouncy.

The soup's Lingzhi slightly bitter but wondrously enhances the pork and big bones' sweetness and richness.

Such offering pork was experienced by Ansheng once in a past life, courtesy of Xia Dong's friend.

Obtained during village ancestral shrine restoration offerings, one could jokingly say the donation price rivals pork, commanding nearly five hundred bucks a pound for him to snag four pounds.

A single midnight snack wiped it out.

"Bang—"

Amidst everyone's joyful meal, Lin Ying and Ah Qing taking turns serving the Little Fox, the private room door suddenly swung open violently from outside.

A dark-skinned, muscular man stormed in, drenched with sweat, his face panic-stricken as he warned Chen Zhiyu:

"It's... not good! Village Chief Lao Mao got knocked over by the offering pig from the pigsty!"

"It's now carrying dumbbells along the mountain path doing reps."

"Pfft... running a marathon!"

Chen Zhiyu, hearing this, froze, her gaze slowly shifting to the door with a disbelief-filled question:

"You... wait, are you here as an ancestral prankster?"

"My dad... got overturned by the pig from the pigsty!"