HLM – Chapter 899 A True Foodie

Obviously, this little white fox had been hunting just now. It probably dashed out onto the road chasing that lemming, but it was unlucky—just as it caught its prey, Zhuang Ding had caught it.

“You’re lucky. Zhuang Ding caught you, and he knows to leave a living creature alive. If it had been Little Wang, you’d have been squashed already!” Wang Bo teased, tapping the fox lightly on its head.

His fingers brushed over the white fox’s fur—soft, warm, and wonderfully pleasant to touch. He rubbed its forehead a little more.

The white fox got angry. It was a wild animal, one of the three apex predators of the Arctic, alongside polar bears and snow wolves.

When Wang Bo reached out again, it gave him a fierce glare and tried to bite. But just as it opened its mouth, it seemed to remember the prey in its mouth. Opening wide would lose it, so it quickly shut its mouth again and reluctantly backed away.

Dale was delighted. She reached forward: “Wow, wow, wow! Such a cute little white cat!”

But this white fox was still small—only the size of Wang Bo’s palm. A full-grown Arctic fox is about half a meter long, with a tail of 20–30 cm—definitely not tiny.

Eva smiled gently: “That’s not a little white cat. It’s a little white fox, an Arctic fox. Didn’t you see someone carrying one during the parade?”

Dale blinked and shouted: “Then I want an Arctic fox too! I love it, sister!”

Arctic foxes are adorably cute—especially these chubby cubs, which are simply irresistible.

This little fox had big eyes and a pointed chin, a perfect “internet-famous” triangular face. No wonder people describe a woman’s beauty as fox-like allure—this little fox was born with that charm.

Its ears were short and round, and its chubby cheeks covered in soft, short white fur. Judging by its clean, fluffy coat, it had probably only recently left the den and learned to hunt independently. It looked like a tiny cotton ball.

Dale poked its belly with her finger and giggled: “So soft and fluffy! So fun!”

The white fox glared fiercely at her. “You poke me, huh? Wanna get bitten?”

But in the end, it couldn’t part with the lemming in its mouth, twisting its body to avoid her.

Wang Bo noticed that the little fox was very hungry. It looked chubby, but that was just due to its long fur. Underneath, it was as skinny as a rake. This reminded him of Zhuang Ding when he was a child—also thin.

He asked, “Is there anything it can eat?”

The white fox’s diet was diverse. The lemming in its mouth was its staple, but it could also eat fish, birds and their eggs, berries, and Arctic hares. Sometimes, it would roam the coast for shellfish—if starving, it could even crush the shells to eat.

Eva thought for a moment. “There’s quite a lot of food… Let me see what’s suitable for it.”

She rummaged through her suitcase and pulled out a pack of warm eggs. “This should work.”

Dale bounced up. “Give it to sister! I’ll feed it!”

“Be careful not to get bitten!” Wang Bo warned.

Dale was smart. She peeled the egg and waved it in front of the fox, giggling: “Do you want to eat this?”

Food is scarce in the Arctic, especially in winter. Arctic foxes don’t hibernate, so they often starve badly.

Smelling the cooked egg, the little fox’s eyes widened. Its black nose twitched as it stared fixedly at the white egg, swallowing hard.

But even so, it didn’t give up the lemming in its mouth.

Dale placed a slice of egg on the ground. The fox struggled violently.

Wang Bo let it go, and it immediately pounced, digging a small hole to bury the lemming. It covered it with snow and pressed it down with its paws, then greedily devoured the egg on the ground. It didn’t even chew—just swallowed it whole!

Truly untamable in the wild, it finished half the egg and immediately eyed the second half in Dale’s hand. It opened its mouth with a high-pitched “squeak,” ready to leap.

Dale put it on the ground, and the fox jumped lightning-fast, opening its mouth to eat—but Zhuang Ding didn’t like that. “Eating our food and barking at us? You’re bold! I can handle boldness!”

Zhuang Ding moved faster, pouncing and pinning the egg with a paw, baring his teeth at the fox.

The fox jumped back half a step, startled, then blinked. Its triangular face set in determination, it suddenly dug into the snow.

The suburban ground was full of snow and ice. The fox quickly burrowed down. Seconds later, Zhuang Ding lifted his paw in surprise. The egg was gone—only a small hole remained.

Wang Bo exclaimed, “Wow, this little guy is smart!”

Dale joyfully asked, “Can we keep it? It’s so cute!”

Wang Bo shook his head. “No way. New Zealand is too warm. White foxes need cold climates.”

Dale protested, “That’s not true! Niuniu (the little white cow) also lives in cold places, yet it lives just fine in town!”

Yak had adapted well in Sunset Town. Even with long hair, they were fine. As for little Niuniu, Eva trimmed its fur regularly, so it didn’t feel hot.

The white fox ate one egg, returned to its buried lemming, pulled it out, and ran to Dale, tail wagging, eyes sparkling with hunger.

Dale brought another egg. Seeing this, the fox immediately buried the lemming again and whimpered at her.

Zhuang Ding blocked its path, growling darkly: “Woof woof woof.”

The fox was scared, tried to run, but didn’t leave. It stared longingly at the egg, licking its pink little tongue over and over.

Dale shouted, “Zhuang Ding, don’t scare it! Move!”

Zhuang Ding sulked and left, running to Wang Bo for pets and comfort.

The fox ran back immediately. Eva laughed: “I don’t know whether to call it a foodie or a little clever one.”

The driver said, “White foxes are all foodies. Life is tough—they often can’t catch food in winter, and sometimes have to scavenge leftovers from polar bears or wolves.”

“But even in winter, nobody has abundant food, so they’re often hungry. And it’s dangerous—they can become prey for polar bears or snow wolves too.”

Dale’s eyes welled with tears. “It’s so pitiful. Can we take it home?”

Eva replied, “It’s not that we won’t, it’s that we can’t. Customs would stop us—Finland won’t allow us to take a white fox out, and New Zealand won’t let us bring it in.”