"It wasn't sudden at all; Old Deng was just showing off." Ansheng said indignantly:
"Tonight, I'll grab two bottles of herbicide to give the tea trees at home a wash. Let's see if he still has the guts to show off like a peacock..."
Little Fox grumbled discontentedly, talking about the matchmaking incident he came across during the New Year.
And there was Old Deng boasting about Ah Qing's rich dowry, not knowing which little brat would benefit.
"Oh!"
Seeing Little Fox's animated gestures and hearing his grumbles, Ah Qing suddenly had a eureka moment and responded with a comical expression: "Huhu is sour....."
"Smelly."
Ansheng turned his little fox face to the side, raised his hand to ward off Ah Qing's approaching cheek, and said with displeasure.
"What's smelly? Our Huhu is fragrant." Ah Qing looked into Little Fox's eyes and gave him a peck on the cheek.
