[Old Deng's wish to win a prize in the tea competition has been fulfilled. For a large tea company, it's an insignificant award, but for a couple running a tea farm, it might just be a wonderful beginning they've never experienced before. Let's aim for higher-level tea competitions! City-level, provincial, cross-strait competitions....]
[Deng, is my fire safe under your eaves?]
[Wish Power +1]
As Yu Zhenghong joyfully accepted his award and got surrounded and scrutinized by the tea merchants, Ansheng's wish list also gained some resolution, with 1 point of Wish Power added to it.
"Ah Qing...do you think your little fox is acting a bit strange, like... inexplicably smug?"
Sitting on the sofa in the village committee, Mo Yiqing glanced at the little fox in her arms. The little fox was sitting upright on her lap, its head tilted back, almost as if it was about to kick back and relax.
