"Hey! I'm not saying you have an extraordinary talent, just imagining if the little fox could speak human language, and also go out to work and earn money to support a family, how would you feel?"
Momo was full of black lines on her face, raised her hands, and pinched Ah Qing's cheeks into a round, cute look, asking.
"Xiaolan has always been working, hasn't he? You've seen his big piggy bank." Ah Qing looked helplessly at Momo, who started talking about foxes as soon as she returned.
Xiaolan wasn't mute, how could a fox not speak? The little fox was very talkative, always chirping while running, looking smug and pointing out directions.
As for working, in order to borrow money for her cousin's bride price, she still owes the little fox thirty-eight thousand.
In Ah Qing's worldview, animals talking was normal; the fact they couldn't speak was abnormal and needed a hospital visit.
"...Huhu speaks Mandarin, what do you think?" Momo asked with a face full of black lines.
"Hmm..."
