"Quick, Momo, go to the fridge and get Fox Fox a room-temperature Cola from the top of the fridge!"
"Empty-nest little fox is starving to low blood sugar..." Seeing Fox Fox sprawled out on the ground, Ah Qing instantly understood what Xiaolan meant by saying his stomach was uncomfortable; he was probably hungry.
"Oh oh oh! Here it comes!"
Upon hearing this, Momo immediately went over, retrieved the Cola from the top of the fridge, and tossed it to Ah Qing.
"Xiaolan, wake up, food is coming." Ah Qing propped up Fox Fox, inserted the straw into the can, and handed it to the little fox's mouth, saying: "Have some sugar..."
"No... never mind. Sip sip sip..."
Feeling a bit unwell in his stomach, Ansheng watched as Ah Qing came over at almost a sliding speed, shovel-in-hand, serving up Cola to soothe his stomach. Ansheng thought about it and felt there was no need to say anything. Just drink.
