The old woman bent her back and took a porcelain bowl from the old wooden table covered with oil stains behind her back.
The bowl was splashed with rainwater that poured in, and the accumulated water was enough to submerge the curved surface of the bottom of the bowl.
The old woman covered her mouth and coughed twice.
The cold air from the rain curtain made her hands tremble a little.
She held the edge of the bowl tightly and splashed the rainwater in the bowl.
The porcelain bowl was turned upside down until the accumulated water inside could no longer drip.
The old woman opened the steamer and took out a smaller bun with long bamboo chopsticks.
The hot buns were placed at the bottom of the bowl, and a layer of mist suddenly appeared on the walls of the bowl.
Maybe the porcelain bowl was too big and the buns looked pitifully small.
The old woman murmured something vaguely, inviting the little fox to come to her to eat.
At the same time, Mu Chuyue poked a bun in the middle of the steamer with bamboo chopsticks, and a rich meaty aroma wafted out.
Even though she was never very keen on eating, she couldn't help but swallow.
Mu Chuyue gently bit the dough with her teeth, and the large ball of sauce meat inside revealed the true appearance of Lushan, and the crystal soup flowed down from the breach.
The little fox's icy blue eyes quietly glanced here, meeting Mu Chuyue's eyes in the air.
For the first time, it buried its little head in the porcelain bowl, as if it was shy.
At this time, Mu Chuyue was no longer anxious, and the rain continued unabated outside the shed.
She determined that the little fox would not leave in a short time.
What's more, this little guy's appetite is very good at the moment.
After lowering his head for a few more breaths, when he raises his head again, there will only be a little bit of skin left on the bottom of the bun at the bottom of the bowl.
It licked its cheeks and quickly wiped out the buns.
Its big, bright eyes were watery as it continued to look at the old woman.
Full of flattery.
I'm afraid not many women can resist this pitiful appearance.
The old woman looked a little embarrassed.
She looked at the buns on the steamer and then at the little fox in front of her who didn't seem to have enough space between her teeth.
She hesitated.
Seeing that Mu Chuyue was paying attention to the situation on her side, the old woman started talking about the origin of the little fox.
"It has become very spiritual.
It has appeared nearby since last year.
Every rainy day, it always comes to the tea shop to beg for steamed buns.
Maybe it has no place to hide from the rain and is really hungry, but it is not afraid of people."
The old woman stretched out her calloused hand and wanted to stroke the little fox's furry head, but it cautiously avoided it.
"It must be a messenger sent by the mountain god to the human world."
The old woman's eyes were cloudy, but the pious light in her eyes was extremely bright.
She stared in awe at the huddled little fox. messenger
Mu Chuyue did not comment on this statement.
After all, the other party was just an old man, and he could not even recognize the alchemy robe she was wearing.
I probably couldn't convey the concept of spiritual beasts to the old woman.
"Guests, although the little guy is small, he has a big appetite.
If he eats with his belly open, he can swallow all the buns steamed on my stove."
In other words, I don’t plan to feed the little fox Baozi anymore.
After all, the old woman was doing a small business, so she definitely didn't have the money to let a wild fox in the forest eat for free every day.
The reason why she said this was more because Mu Chuyue, a guest, was present, so she couldn't save face and just refused to feed her, and she really couldn't bear the extra expenses.
I had to explain it with a shameless face.
Seeing that Mu Chuyue didn't respond immediately, she rubbed her hands in frustration, her expression a little unnatural: "Good appetite, bad life."
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The implication is that the little fox eats a lot but is hungry every day, and its life is really not a good one.
Mu Chuyue glanced at the steaming basket and said, "I bought all these buns." xx4911131: