He silently put down his chopsticks. Suddenly, there was a strange commotion next door. He stood up and walked out. He pushed open the door next door and saw a little snow fox with red flames between its eyebrows lying on its little cushion, holding a meat bun that was even bigger than it.
Yan Jiuchao was stunned. He strode over and snatched the meat bun. The little snow fox was woken up and looked at Yan Jiuchao with a frown.
What is it?
Yan Jiuchao asked excitedly, "Where did you get the buns?"
The little snow fox turned around.
"Are you going to tell me or not? If not, I'll beat you to death!"
The little snow fox pointed resentfully out the door.
Yan Jiuchao walked out into the wind and snow and came to another small bamboo house in the direction the little snow fox pointed. The candle light in the kitchen was on, and steam wafted out from time to time.
Yan Jiuchao rushed in in a sorry state.
