"Three pounds of clear soup lamb over a hundred kilometers, speedy delivery—" Ansheng, driving the sled car, sat in the passenger seat, looking at Ah Qing practicing skiing and chuckling softly.
"....There might not be clear soup lamb, but we should be able to have hot pot with thinly sliced lamb tonight."
After hearing the little fox badmouth the sled dog business owner, and then seeing Xiaolan with an expression full of pride, as if seeking kudos from herself, Ah Qing was left crying and laughing, agreeing to treat Doggy to a good meal.
Xiaolan's temper is indeed a bit irritable.
However, that owner is truly unscrupulous, purely a profiteering businessman eating from both sides.
Ah Qing hasn't experienced riding a sled dog, but Momo and her friends did visit Erbin last National Day.
Sleddog rides aren't about rally racing; they merely pull passengers around a fixed route and then rest at the starting point, typically costing each passenger between a dozen to fifty bucks.
