Take a Bite of the Tea Egg

"This is the Nine-Marks Chaotic Tea Egg…"

Bu Fang's voice lingered in Countess Xia Qiu's ears.

Foxy jumped out of Whitey's arms and fell on Bu Fang's shoulder. She stared wide-eyed at the tea egg in his hand, her mouth drooling. The aroma of the egg and the fragrance of the tea had already whetted her appetite.

'This must be… something delicious!' Foxy was very sure about that.

"Isn't this just an ordinary egg…" Countess Xia Qiu rested her eyes on the egg in Bu Fang's hand. The simple-looking egg made her frown.

According to the old man, food was a very mysterious thing, but when she looked at it now… she did not feel any mystery. In any case, the egg did smell good.

"An ordinary egg? No… It is not ordinary at all." Bu Fang shook his head. An egg that had been handled by him would never be ordinary.