This fox was handsome, yes. This fox was useful, yes. This fox also had the kind of stubborn face that made people want to throw him into a river.
Feng Yiren was leaning lazily with the basket still hanging from his shoulder, his fox ears and tail hidden for the moment, but the sly look in his red eyes was more obvious than any beast trait.
Lin Huahua pointed at the leaves and wild spices she had gathered. "You wash these."
Feng Yiren raised a brow, clearly confused on why they had to wash leaves when they weren't goats. "Wash leaves?"
Lin Huahua nearly rolled her eyes. "Yes, wash leaves. We are going to use them."
Feng Yiren stared at the pile, then at her, and although he did not understand what these ordinary looking things were supposed to do, he still bent down and picked them up.
Lin Huahua stepped closer at once and started instructing him in a very serious tone.
