"Ying ying ying..."
After polishing off four baskets of shrimp dumplings, gnawing on three pieces of boneless black pepper beef ribs, and devouring seven or eight phoenix claws, the little fox clambered out of the children's chair and leaped onto Ah's leg, settling in to make a nest.
The little fox lay sprawled on Ah's leg, its back against Ah's round belly, letting out a contented whimper.
"You said I eat too much; now look at whose little tummy is about to burst."
Seeing the little fox rolling back like it was returning home, getting comfy and choosing a position that felt just right, Ah chuckled, raised her hands, and started pinching the fox's little tummy.
"Hey! Let me just say, Ah, Ansheng's tummy is full of taro paste and iced Coke. If you keep teasing me like this, I'm going to nestle into your collar and start throwing up..."
Ansheng rolled his eyes, lifted his hind foot to push Ah's mischievous hands away, not letting her rub his belly.
