Nonsense! How could my adopted son be a villain?

Xu Lingguang looked into its eyes and thought the little thing was strangely cute.

But as cute as it is, no one's name is written on this land, so he innocently said, "Your name isn't written on this hillside either, so how can I prove it's yours?"

Totoro glared at him, its cheeks puffing up and deflated in anger, then puffing up again: "I came first, so it's mine!"

Xu Lingguang said, "This is robbery."

Sensing that the little creature wasn't very bright, Xu Lingguang rolled his eyes. He then said, "Besides, if we're talking about who this land belongs to, it should belong to Chenghuang, right? None of us can monopolize it."

The moment he mentioned Chenghuang, the Totoro's imposing manner weakened, and it nervously shook its tail. It stammered, "Chenghuang...Chenghuang knows I'm here."

Xu Lingguang thought it was making things up, so he started making things up himself, saying without batting an eye, "Chenghuang also knows I live here." Of course not.

Unable to argue with him, Totoro got frustrated and paced around in circles twice. Finally, it said aggressively, "I don't care, this place is mine! If you come any closer, I'll eat you!"

Looking at its small size, Xu Lingguang thought to himself, "It's not certain who will eat whom."

But despite his thoughts, he still wanted to resolve the issue amicably. It was better that the little thing had no help; if it did, he would be the one who suffered. So he changed his attitude and said, "But it's no use for you to occupy such a large area all by yourself."

Totoro rolled its eyes at him: "How is it useless? This is my granary."

It took him a lot of effort to find this piece of land, which was full of stored grain. He would dig up a little bit every day and hide it in his burrow, so he could happily lie on the food and sleep in the winter.

Xu Lingguang frowned: "But the Wuxiang Grass doesn't taste good, does it? There are so many delicious foods, why do you have to eat this one?"

Totoro picked a leaf of the Plant of the Unknown and put it in his mouth, chewing it with a puzzled expression: "It's sweet and juicy, how can it not taste good?" He quickly ate a Plant of the Unknown and commented: "You're ugly and have bad taste."

This was the first time Xu Lingguang had been told he was ugly since he had been transmigrated for so long. He was both amused and exasperated, but he still continued to deceive him: "Look at the package next to me. There's food inside. Try it. It's much tastier than the Wuxiang Grass."

The homemade meatballs he brought for lunch today were cold, but they still tasted pretty good.

Ordinary chinchillas love to eat grass, but this one can talk, so it's obviously a chinchilla that has become a spirit, and maybe it prefers to eat something else.

As long as it likes to eat, everything will be fine.

Seeing his confident assertion, Totoro suspiciously opened the package, revealing a wooden lunchbox inside.

Seeing its hesitant appearance, Xu Lingguang coaxed it again, "Open it and take a look. I promise I won't lie to you."

Totoro then opened the lunchbox and saw that it was full of meatballs, and his nose twitched.

It smells a bit nice.

However, it remembered its grandfather saying that humans were cunning and treacherous, so it cautiously stepped back and looked at Xu Lingguang suspiciously: "Did you poison me?"

Xu Lingguang thought to himself that the little thing was quite wary, and gave a helpless look: "Why don't you feed me one first, and then you can eat it?"

The totoro thought this was a good idea, so it used its two short paws to hold a meatball and put it to Xu Lingguang's mouth. Xu Lingguang ate it in big bites and deliberately made an exaggerated expression: "Delicious!"

Seeing this, the Totoro hesitated a bit. The meatballs that smelled delicious looked really tasty. After hesitating for a while, it picked up a meatball and put it in its mouth.

The meatball bulged its cheeks, and it kept moving its cheeks, its eyes widening as it ate.

Before she had even finished one, she hurriedly stuffed another one into her mouth.

Xu Lingguang looked at it with a smile: "How is it? Delicious, right? I told you I wasn't lying to you."

In the midst of his busy schedule, Totoro glared at him and dragged the entire wooden lunchbox in front of him to occupy it.

Xu Lingguang then asked him, "Aren't meatballs much tastier than these formless herbs?"

Totoro nodded hesitantly.

Xu Lingguang's smile widened: "How about I trade you these Wuxiang Grasses for meatballs? Or there are other delicious foods that you would like to eat. I can make whatever you want."

Totoro clearly thought this was fantastic news; his eyes widened, and he asked, somewhat dazedly, "Really? Is it available in winter too?"

Xu Lingguang said, "Of course it's true, it's available all year round."

The Totoro thought about it and decided it was a good deal, so it agreed. It clung tightly to the wooden lunchbox, refusing to let go: "I want more meatballs."

"No problem, you can come home with me later, I have plenty more at home." Seeing that the Totoro had softened, Xu Lingguang seized the opportunity and said, "We're partners now, can you release me now?"

The hole was deep and narrow, and he couldn't move after getting stuck inside. It was obvious that Totoro had used some kind of magic.

Totoro tilted its head and thought for a moment, then released him.

Xu Lingguang felt a sudden relaxation wash over him as he sat down on the ground; the hole had vanished. He stretched his numb limbs and extended his hand to the Totoro in a friendly manner: "We'll be working together for a long time, so let's get to know each other first. My name is Xu Lingguang, what's yours?"

The Totoro, puzzled, patted his hand with its short front paws and said, "My name is Muyun."

Xu Lingguang looked it up and down, still a little curious about its breed: "Are you a chinchilla?"

"What Totoro?" Mu Yun glanced at him with a look that said, "You really have no idea how great you are." "You really have no knowledge."

Perhaps because it had a round head and a round face, Xu Lingguang thought its puffed-up appearance was quite cute, so he asked in a good-natured manner, "Yes, yes, I was ignorant, so what kind of race are you?"

"Of course I am—" Mu Yun said, head held high, but then suddenly realized something and shut her mouth warily.

It grunted and stuffed two more meatballs into its mouth, muttering, "Grandpa said I can't tell outsiders."

These treasure-hunting rats are incredibly valuable and powerful; if their identities are exposed, they can easily be captured.

It wouldn't tell a cunning human!