"Hunting a fox?" Wolf repeated on the other end of the phone.
"Yeah, didn't I tell you that this morning?" Jiang Shu stood up, ready to start making lunch, "Tomorrow is the first judicial trial, you can probably guess what will happen. All we can do is set the trap and wait for the fox."
"Mmm..." Wolf elongated his voice, not saying anything, neither agreeing nor rejecting.
After a while, he continued to ask, "Where are you?"
"I'm at the theater, cooking," Jiang Shu was scooping uncooked rice from the rice bag with a rice bowl, "If you're coming over, I'll make extra."
"Okay, I'll come now," Wolf replied.
"Alright, come over then, but definitely don't bring the matcha mousse cake from the dessert shop next to the Lunzi Street Railway Station in District C, and don't bring the triple-color ice cream from the next street, especially not four portions, because there are only three of us here," Jiang Shu instructed nonchalantly.
