The foxes felt dizzy, somewhat unreal.
"Whimper?"
"Howl?"
Fox Mountain is not afraid of difficulties!
But does this kind of work require the master to do it by hand to complete?
They wanted to handle it for the master, but recalling the process, and seeing the pill fire jumping on the side left by the master, they all widened their eyes, looking stunned, falling into silence.
It seems like there's no way to help?
The foxes all lowered their heads.
Among the fox group, only Xiao Chuifeng, wearing a big-toothed mask, frowned, looked at the pill fire left by the master, and then at his own fox claws.
...
The day passed quickly.
By evening, the smoke above the dining hall hadn't dispersed yet.
Beside the small stone tables in the cafeteria, foxes sat around.
They spoke in fox language, each holding a small spoon, eating cream mushroom soup, and grabbing multigrain cornbread, chatting enthusiastically!
"Whimper whimper whimper, howl howl howl howl..."
