"Ah Qing, get up! It's time to grab our spot!"
The eve of the Tea Competition.
Ansheng, who usually only goes to bed at three or four in the morning, surprisingly chose to stay up all night this time. Before dawn had even broken, he lay in bed, his head pressing against Ah Qing's waist, while his feet kicked Mo Yiqing's arm.
As the little fox made soft sounds and stretched its head and legs, Yu Xueqing and Mo Yiqing gradually woke from their slumber, staring blankly at the little fox sitting on the bed, chest puffed out.
"Based on my experience in tea competitions, going there at half past six is actually kind of late..." Ansheng said confidently, telling Yu Xueqing about the tea competition and various related matters.
Although Ah Qing is a local, the locals at the tea competition are more like visitors. The participants are all the tea companies, tea factories, and tea farmers; only those who have truly gone through the process know the inside secrets.
