Tonight, Xin Lin prepared spiritual cuisine from the Fuzhou area, featuring a distinct taste of the northern regions: roasted lamb legs from the desert, some sheep milk wine, and some roasted nang.
This is the time for dinner, and normally Rong Qiu would be the fastest to arrive.
Tonight, however, it was nowhere to be seen, leaving Xin Lin quite puzzled.
Xin Lin asked the little fox, who also shook its head, indicating it was unaware of Rong Qiu's whereabouts. Even after Xin Lin had the dinner ready, there was still no sign of Rong Qiu.
Feeling a bit worried, Xin Lin wanted to look for Rong Qiu, when a grey object suddenly darted out quickly.
The little fox, quick-eyed and quick-handed, swiftly slapped down the "Grey Ball" that was about to jump onto the dining table.
"Jiu Jiu!"
The grey ball, looking dusty and somber, was annoyed and pecked at the little fox.
"Danzi, why do you look like this?"
Xin Lin hastily grabbed Rong Qiu, checked its appearance, and reprimanded it.
