"Ah Qing, what did Master Fuli just say?"
Seeing Master Fuli's strange expression, Lao Deng, who was offering tribute to him, quickly turned his head towards the bathroom, seeking translation assistance from Ah Qing.
"Uh?"
Ah Qing, dressed in pink and white pajamas with a towel wrapped around her wet hair, looked a bit puzzled. She glanced at the little fox and thought for a moment, somewhat unsure, "I was just about to blow-dry my hair and didn't hear clearly. It seems..."
"The little fox said it smelled the scent of the village chief and asked if you snatched him away with a knife..."
Yu Zhenghong was stunned for a moment, then showed an amazed expression and bowed towards Master Fuli:
"As expected of Master Fuli from Xia Dong; you can tell the quality of tea with just a smell. But I didn't take any tea from the old Chen's house; he voluntarily gave me a batch to take home for my family to try."
