"This tastes so good, and you only think it's 'not bad'?"
Wan Mingchuan was stunned for a few seconds, then realized that his master must be a reclusive expert with vast knowledge and experience; something he considered a delicacy might not even catch his master's eye.
With this comparison, he became even more curious about his master's identity.
Why on earth would someone like this fall to such a state, dressed in coarse clothes and old straw sandals, living alone in the haunted Shuiyun Lake? And how did he silently construct a house overnight?
His mind was full of questions, but Wan Mingchuan remembered his place and dared not ask lightly.
Eating a piece of fatty braised pork paired with crisp, fresh vegetables, and a spoonful of soft, sticky rice soaked with the pork's juices, the flavor filled his heart with gratitude and happiness.
Meanwhile, the villagers of Riverfront Village had just returned from the mountains to their cold homes.
