"I honestly didn't expect Granny Tang to have this kind of personality."
Before Angel could reply, Juanjuan's voice came first.
"Oh? What kind of personality do I have?" Granny Tang looked at Juanjuan.
Juanjuan yawned, then walked gracefully across the table, stepping over the narrow stream running through its center before crouching beside Angel.
At the same time, it raised a furry paw and pointed toward the opposite seat, signaling for Granny Tang to sit.
With that single gesture, it seemed to divide the sides into "us" and "you."
A flicker passed through Granny Tang's eyes as she sat down with Moon Dew.
Only then did Juanjuan say in a distant tone, "A reckless gamble."
"A reckless gamble?" Granny Tang raised a brow.
Juanjuan nodded. "As far as I know, Milk Spring Village's entry ceremony is extremely strict. It examines not only one's heart, but also one's intentions. Those are the rules Granny Cocoro established, and even the Food Throne can hardly ignore them."
"But you not only ignored them—in fact, from what you said, even if Angel never goes to the Source World, you can still arrange for him to obtain villager status... That isn't simple."
"You and Angel only met for the first time today, yet you're willing to pay such a price. If that isn't a reckless gamble, then what is?"
"Looks like Juanjuan knows Milk Spring Village quite well." Granny Tang smiled. "Indeed, applying remotely without undergoing the village-entry ceremony is rather difficult, but it isn't completely impossible. As it happens, I have one such quota."
After a pause, Granny Tang looked at Angel. "So, Mr. Angel, would you be willing to join Milk Spring Village?"
Angel was just about to speak when Juanjuan's soft fur suddenly brushed across the back of his hand. "Milk Spring