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Sitting in the courtyard, Mo Wen admired the scenery of the mountain village. Although life here was pleasant, it was not something he could truly enjoy at the moment. For now, he needed to focus on becoming stronger; only then could he live the life he desired. Once he was powerful enough, he would marry a wife and find a beautiful place to settle down. As this thought crossed his mind, a lovely face appeared in his mind... Sigh, what was happening to him? Could it be? Was he really starting to like that girl, as tales often described? No way.
Mo Wen rushed into the washroom and splashed two buckets of cold water on himself, feeling his mind calm significantly. After freshening up, he walked back into the house.
Originally, the Village Chief had intended to arrange a different place for Mo Wen to stay, but he declined. He genuinely liked the environment of the small courtyard. Although it lacked privacy, he felt there was nothing much to hide since he wasn’t planning to stay long. On his way back, Mo Wen decided that he would try to avoid interacting with the Village Chief and the other elders in the future; their formalities put a lot of pressure on him. However, he was overthinking it—news of an extraordinary young man arriving in the village had already begun to spread.
Once inside, Mo Wen collapsed onto his bed. Perhaps it was due to not having rested well for a long time; he slept for an entire day and night. As for his cultivation, he had already reached the peak of Qi Binding Realm before meeting Erniu and the others. Now that he lacked Ning Shen Realm Kung Fu, further progress was futile.
After washing up, Mo Wen practiced Soft and Fluffy Fist in the small courtyard before heading to the Pavilion to boil water and brew tea. According to Erniu, this tea was made from leaves picked from a large tree behind the village. Very few villagers drank tea, so most of it was sold at the market to shops. The first sip tasted bitter but turned sweet in his mouth. Mo Wen had never tried tea before but found this flavor delightful and couldn’t help but exclaim, “What a good tea!”
“Haha! Since you like it, I’ll bring you some more next time,” came Erniu’s voice from outside.
“Brother Erniu is here! Please come in.”
“I’ve come several times already but saw your door closed and figured you were resting, so I didn’t want to disturb you,” Erniu said as he sat down at the stone table and poured himself a cup of tea.
“Oh? Did something happen in the village?” Mo Wen asked curiously. Bai Xu had already been dealt with by Erniu, and he had taught some villagers how to manage their health issues; logically speaking, there shouldn’t be any problems left.
“Not really; it’s just that I’m not sure how to bring this up with you,” Erniu replied awkwardly.
“We’re brothers; there’s no need for hesitation.”
“Alright then, here goes…” It turned out that the meat brought back by the Hunting Party had been stored in the ancestral hall. A portion was distributed among the villagers, but there wasn’t enough room in their storage for what remained. They recalled Mo Wen’s previous methods for processing meat for preservation but were worried about messing it up. Additionally, after those Hunting Party members had tasted Mo Wen's cooking in the mountains, they returned home expressing severe dissatisfaction with their wives' culinary skills, sparking "kitchen wars" at home. The wives wanted to meet this legendary young man who had impressed their husbands so much. Knowing that Erniu considered Mo Wen a brother, they threatened him with “leave home if you can’t bring that young man” to compel him into inviting this mysterious youth over. It was quite an awkward situation for Erniu; however, for the sake of his brothers’ families and improving their meals in the future, he had no choice but to muster up courage and seek out Mo Wen.
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