The nights in Mingjiao are always mixed with wind and sand.
Meow Tuanzi squatted behind the Mingjiao altar and ate half of a roast chicken. The golden bell in her hair was jingled by the wind - this was the seventh day since she sneaked down from Guangmingding. Who would have expected that as soon as he touched Master Meow's kitchen and wanted to have a sweet taste, he was grabbed by the collar by the cold-faced Master Meow who had just returned from a mission: "Little Meow! Are you secretly drinking my daughter's red wine again?"
Wait, this sound... Is the master coming home?
Concept: Orange Mi Orange Mi deserves its reputation