"Ah Qing, buy me two bags of chips, tonight I have a date with the principal's couch!"
On the way to pick up a package, passing by the campus supermarket, Ansheng patted Ah Qing and asked her to scan a code and buy chips for him. He planned to eat chips on the principal's couch tonight.
The best outcome would be for the food crumbs to attract ants, which would fiercely bite the principal's crotch.
"Chips won't do! That stuff is too heaty, and we don't have herbal tea in Chang'an."
Upon hearing the little fox wanted to eat chips, Ah Qing frowned and thought for a moment before refusing: "But, as a trade-off, Xiaolan, you can have a big coke today, 500 ml!"
Xiaolan had been behaving well recently, not clamoring for coke, diligently eating a diet meal, so Ah Qing thought it was okay to let him indulge a bit.
But chips were a no-go, too greasy and salty, and apart from sugar, everything else was over the top.
