Take that back.
This scummy fox… she wasn’t sweet at all!!
“Whoa! Is mortal food this delicious?! Ye Zhibai! Try this fried egg! It’s amazing!”
“It’s not called a ‘fried egg egg’… it’s just a fried egg…”
Ye Zhibai’s hand trembled slightly as she gripped a pair of high-end chopsticks made from some expensive material she couldn’t identify.
She looked across the table in speechless disbelief.
She herself had barely touched the breakfast spread.
Guang Yu, on the other hand, was devouring it like a whirlwind sweeping through fallen leaves!
It had taken her less than five seconds to master using chopsticks, and her tail was wagging like crazy, nearly hitting the ceiling.
She attacked the table like a starving ghost, her stomach an endless pit.
If you’re going to keep ravaging the table like that, go back to chowing down on cat food!
What did she even eat up in the heavens as a goddess? Now that was intriguing.
When Ye Zhibai voiced the question, the answer she got was—air.
Ye Zhibai’s verdict on that?
Truly impressive.
At least in my previous life, I had cabbage. You straight-up munched on air.
Poor thing. Have a proper meal.
Ye Zhibai, still clumsy with the chopsticks, picked up a piece of fried egg and chewed it slowly.
Her eyes lit up!
In a very undignified moment, she echoed Guang Yu’s exact sentiments.
“It really is… soft yet fluffy inside, with a fragrant aroma, and perfectly cooked…”
Having made her own fried eggs for breakfast countless times in her previous life, Ye Zhibai had to admit defeat to Yun’er’s culinary skills.
This fried egg had soul in it!
She sampled a few more dishes, and had to concede—they were all exquisite flavors she’d never tasted in either of her lives.
Guang Yu’s dainty cherry lips worked away with relish.
But this time, it was Guang Yu’s turn to stare in speechless disbelief from across the table.
The scummy fox leaned back, propping her chin up as she grumbled.
“You don’t look like someone who’s enjoying the food.”
“Hm?”
“Sigh… whatever. No self-awareness. Telling you is pointless.”
“Oh…”
It couldn’t be helped—Ye Zhibai couldn’t see her own face.
Only from Guang Yu’s vantage point was that grim, icy expression visible. She ate quickly enough, but it was like she was grinding down something hard to swallow. No idea why the Mother Goddess had created a walking “ice machine” like this.
Ye Zhibai’s appetite in this body was ridiculously small too.
After just a few bites, she felt completely full and had no need for more.
Yeah… the food was genuinely delicious. She could pack up the leftovers in a preservation bag and reheat them for lunch.
Setting down her chopsticks, Ye Zhibai finally noticed the scummy fox across from her: slouched with no regard for posture, feet dangling off the floor, one leg crossed over the other!
She’d just told her off a moment ago!
She was wearing a nightgown, and with the table’s open design, Ye Zhibai had a clear view. She’d even replicated her own underwear!
Her blood pressure skyrocketed!
Ye Zhibai tried reasoning patiently.
“Hey… sit properly, like me.”
“Huh?” Guang Yu glanced at Ye Zhibai’s impeccably upright posture and waved it off carelessly. “Pfft, no thanks~ I’m not human. Besides you, no one can even see me. Why not just sit comfy?”
So you know I can see you, huh!
“I said… sit properly.”
Ye Zhibai repeated herself, her tone much colder this time.
Guang Yu’s fox tail shivered.
Her cocky demeanor slowly shifted to obedient.
Her crossed little legs uncrossed and dangled naturally.
They were too short to reach the floor, so they just swung there in the air.
Puffing out her cheeks, Guang Yu complained, “What the heck… a mere human getting all bossy… seriously…”
Maybe she came off a bit fierce.
But Ye Zhibai realized her face carried real authority when she got serious!
If it worked, that was all that mattered.
Carefully lifting her glass, Ye Zhibai took a sip of pure milk—something she could only afford a few times a month in her previous life.
It left her feeling refreshed!
In high spirits, she decided to poll Guang Yu.
“Guang Yu, how should we get out of here?”
“Who should I ask?!” Guang Yu sprawled over the table, fiddling curiously with the milk carton using her small hands. “I’m homeless anyway. As long as I can goof off outside, great! If we can’t get out… eh, nap time! Sleep till you can cuddle up with girls!”
Slacking off, are we?
Ye Zhibai shot a disdainful look at this aimless slacker.
Suddenly… she spotted something by the table where Guang Yu was sprawled.
“…Hm? Guang Yu, what’s that under your arm?”
“Under my arm…? No clue. Been digging into me uncomfortably this whole time.”
If it was uncomfortable, why not move it sooner?!
Guang Yu’s ears twitched. She sat up straight, revealing the object she’d been lying on.
It was a square card encased in plastic wrap.
Guang Yu held it up, peering at it from every angle, her cute little brows furrowed in confusion. “What’s this? Edible?”
“Of course not… duh. Hand it over. Let me see.”
“Oh… here.”
Ye Zhibai stood and took it from her.
Up close, it clicked.
Qihai No.1 Middle School Student ID.
The card, patterned with blue skies and seas, featured Yun’er’s photo and student details.
“Yun’er… forgot her student ID for school.”
“Student ID? What’s that?!” Guang Yu’s eyes sparkled. “I already know what a student is!”
“It’s proof for students to check into school… Qihai No.1 Middle School is pretty strict—no ID, no entry. But with Yun’er, it shouldn’t be an issue…”
And why would it? Ye Zhibai could still hear that wildly outrageous line echoing in her mind.
The school was built with our family’s investment.
Ye Zhibai set down the ID and rubbed her eyes, but the frost on her face didn’t budge.
Suddenly.
A spark lit in her eyes, and she picked up the ID again.
Visibly, Guang Yu noticed a faint, hard-to-spot joy creeping onto her icy features.
“Guang Yu… I think I know how we can get out.”
“Really?!”
“Yeah… follow my lead in a bit.”
“Yay!”
Guang Yu lit up more than when she’d tasted the delicious food!
She even kicked off her slippers and stood barefoot on the chair, flashing Ye Zhibai a peace sign.
“Thanks, Ye Zhibai! I’ve been dying to see the mortal world!”
Yeah, yeah.
I get you’re excited. Just hold down that skirt hem while you’re standing on the chair.
Though… fair’s fair, thanks for the early-morning eyeful from the scummy fox maiden.
Ye Zhibai was thoroughly satisfied with this breakfast.
Oh, right.
There were a few empty glasses along the table edge. Ye Zhibai grabbed one.
She reached for the milk carton on Guang Yu’s side and carefully poured her a full glass, not spilling a drop.
Gently sliding the brimming glass over, she said softly.
“Drink up.”
“Huh? Why?” It was so sudden, Guang Yu didn’t catch on.
Light danced in Ye Zhibai’s eyes.
She clutched the milk carton preciously.
“Because… milk’s expensive. It’s good stuff, full of nutrition. You’re so short… I think you should have some.”
At least more than me.
Guang Yu furrowed her tiny brows and reluctantly accepted the glass.
Her fox ears twitched as she examined it intently.
Not the milk in the glass—but Ye Zhibai herself.
This human… was unusual.
The gleam in her eyes showed how much she treasured the drink, yet she was sharing it.
What a strange, unfathomable creature.
But as a goddess, she could sense it: Ye Zhibai’s intentions were purely kind.
Fine then… might as well drink. No loss.
Without hesitation, Guang Yu raised the glass to her lips and took a big gulp.
The result?
“Ptoo! Cough! What is this?! Too pungent! No more, no more! Tastes awful!”
Some people—or gods—just couldn’t stomach milk. No helping it.
But… Ye Zhibai spotted the drops of milk that had splashed out while Guang Yu complained!
“…!”
No… wasting!!
Ye Zhibai stood again, circled the table, and snatched the glass from Guang Yu’s hand.
Guang Yu’s eyes went wide in shock!
“Eh…? What are you—you… glug!!”
“Drink it… I told you, this milk’s great…”
“Glug?!”
Ye Zhibai straight-up poured it down her throat!
She hadn’t loved milk in her previous life either, but whenever she had spare cash, she’d buy some to boost her immunity.
Living alone, getting sick with no one around was the worst pain.
A goddess fallen to the mortal world—if she got sick, how lonely would that be?
Guang Yu: “Glug!” (Gods don’t get sick!)
But she put up zero resistance.
Ye Zhibai made sure she drank every last drop.
Not a single bit left.
Once the glass was back on the table,
Guang Yu slumped, arms dangling limply.
Her little legs dangled weakly too, and her fox tail dragged on the floor.
A tear trickled from the corner of her eye.
As if to say,
The mortal world truly is a terrifying place.
“What the heck did you make me drink, you meow?!”
“Milk… good stuff.”
“Keep talking, and I’ll toss all the good stuff out!”
“No wasting it… Remember, you have to drink it every day from now on.”
“Nooo!!”
