The autumn wind blew drearily outside the car window.
Inside the car, it was warm like spring.
Fang Xiaoyu watched the Immortal Beast manipulate his phone.
"Did it order the wrong milk tea?"
Bai Mo's fox apprentice, Braised Pork Bun, was holding the phone and operating the delivery app.
Upon hearing Fang Xiaoyu's comment, it looked up, its fluffy face showing a hint of confusion.
"A'ow?"
Ordered wrong?
It might not recognize words, but it knows pictures!
The caramel macchiato, lemon yogurt drink, and snow top coffee were all correct!
"Expert Bai Mo, there's me, Qingyun, Old Zhang, the Immortal Beast, making five people in total, but the Immortal Beast ordered seven cups..."
Bai Mo suddenly understood.
"Ah, no mistakes.
"It wants to drink three by itself."
Braised Pork Bun tilted its head, casting a sidelong glance at Fang Xiaoyu.
"A'ow?"
Never seen a fox drink three cups of milk tea?
Is that strange?
