bestfiction Chapter 203 Do you need a stepmother?
Chapter 203 Do you need a stepmother?
"Ahem, senior, there's no need for that."
Danpo Fairy's enthusiasm left him somewhat at a loss. "Senior, I just came to see if there's anything I can do to help. I hope I haven't bothered you."
"Hey, how can you say that? You don't need to be so polite when you come here. Just make yourself at home."
For a Golden Core cultivator whose lifespan can reach five hundred years, this amount of time is nothing at all, just a few dozen days. What's the difference between that and just coming out of seclusion?
Danpo Fairy looked at Zhong Ming with hopeful eyes, hoping that he had finally come to his senses and was ready to become her disciple.
Zhong Ming was a little reserved and sat up straight. He thought it would be inappropriate to visit without a gift, so he took out a strange-looking fish from his storage bag.
"Senior Danpo, these are the seafood I brought out from the secret realm. I have ventured beyond the map and do not know what is so special about them. I have come here to present them to you."
"Oh, you're too kind." Fairy Danpo accepted the strange-looking fish. It's common to soak monsters in alcohol, like snakes, but this kind of unknown seafood... if I don't step in, who will?
In the art of brewing, Fairy Danpo could no longer be described as confident; rather, she was arrogant, believing herself to be a true grandmaster.
When it comes to innovation, who else but me?
She's happy to receive anything that no one has ever used for brewing before.
"Oh my, Master Cuihong, I really like you so much. Come and be my disciple. I believe your future will far surpass mine."
Zhong Ming waved his hand again, "Fairy Danpo, please don't joke. My master devoted himself to teaching me, how could I let him down? One master in this life is enough."
The more he acted this way, the more the Fairy Danpo admired him. Suddenly, she reached out and firmly grasped Zhong Ming's hand holding the teacup. How could Zhong Ming compare to the physical body of a Golden Core cultivator? For a moment, he not only couldn't break free, but was also extremely uncomfortable under the pressure.
"It's alright, it's alright. Look, I'm much older than you. Why don't you take a loss and become my godmother?"
These words startled Zhong Ming.
It feels like choosing to take refuge here today was a mistake. It's like escaping one wolf's den only to fall into another.
“Senior Danpo, I really haven’t considered this matter, but I assure you, you will always be my first choice for cooperation.” Zhong Ming really didn’t know how to explain. In his plans, there was no such thing as a godmother. Besides his Daoist partner, his closest people were Xueyan, Fairy Danpo, Yue Kaishan, and the like.
She wasn't angry when she heard this, and instead smiled and invited Zhong Ming to taste the wine.
Isn't it normal to discuss important matters over drinks? After a few drinks, you won't have a choice anymore.
If I had a daughter or something, I'd have to get you drunk and carry you into the bridal chamber today.
"Thank you for your kindness, senior, but I would be impolite to refuse." He raised a tiny, beast-faced, stemmed luminous cup, the size of which was about the size of a thumb joint, hardly a large drink.
He tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. A rich, fruity aroma almost escaped through his lips. This wine completely contained all its essence; even when poured into a glass, not a trace of aroma wafted out. But once it entered his mouth, the aroma exploded in his mouth as his lips and teeth touched, and in an instant, he felt as if he were floating on air.
Seeing the remarkable effect, Fairy Danpo immediately struck while the iron was hot, saying gently, "If you become my disciple, you can drink these wines as you please from now on."
"Fairy...you jest, hiccup~ I am already overwhelmed to have tasted such fine wine today, let alone change my sect and ask for it every day."
"Good, you have guts." Fairy Danpo knew that after drinking this cup of wine, Zhong Ming would definitely be telling the truth, consistent inside and out. This further convinced her that he was a person with a heart of steel, and if he survived, he would definitely not be an ordinary person.
After downing a cup of wine, Zhong Ming felt a surge of heat in his stomach, his blood flowing smoothly, and his whole body feeling comfortable. Feeling a little embarrassed, he immediately said, "Senior invited me to drink fine wine, and I will not be a freeloader. If there is anything I can do to help you, please don't hesitate to ask."
Zhong Ming simply needed a safe and reliable place to cultivate. For him, polishing magical artifacts and cultivation were the same thing, just like the spiritual energy inside the Heavenly Stone Mica Polishing Brick nourishing both the magical artifacts and Zhong Ming himself.
The two drank a few cups of wine. While Danpo Fairy was still sober, Zhong Ming took the lead in speaking with great enthusiasm.
"Fairy, there's no need for us to refuse anymore. If there's anything you need from me, just let me know. If we keep things to ourselves, it'll create distance, won't it?"
Having said that, the master brewer didn't stand on ceremony. He beckoned He Guang over and asked him to lead Zhong Ming there.
"Little Master, don't overwork yourself. Do what you want, and rest when you don't."
For Fairy Danpo, the wine cellar was large enough that Zhong Ming wouldn't be a problem.
He Guang led Zhong Ming forward, constantly wondering to himself, "Could this be a revenge mission? He almost tricked me last time, is he still not satisfied?"
He had considered many times whether to spend the money to avoid trouble or to let Zhong Ming beat him up to vent his anger.
As Zhong Ming walked, he came to a place where magical artifacts were stored. The artifacts inside were all unused. After all, some wines require the right time, place, and people, and precious materials are not easy to come by. So these specially made wine jars and barrels were left idle.
The boy led him to an open space with a futon on it and said in a trembling voice, "Is this place alright? Just tell me what you need, and I'll get it for you right away."
After drinking some wine, Zhong Ming became even more boisterous, waving his hand and saying, "It's alright. As long as I cultivate diligently, a small space is enough. Are these, and these, all magical artifacts that can be refined?"
"You can polish it however you like. You're a valued guest, so as long as you're happy."
"Okay, you can go now. Let me take a look." Zhong Ming ignored He Guang and started touching the wine jars one by one, acting like a miser who had just seen a treasure.
After the boy left and closed the door, Zhong Ming groped around for a while before his gaze fell on the largest wine vat.
"Hehehe, this is good."
He swayed and walked to the huge earthenware jar, reaching out to touch its rough surface. The old artifact, weathered by time, had lost its original luster.
Among ritual implements, bigger is not necessarily better; on the contrary, most are more precious the smaller they are. I have never heard of a top-quality wine that takes a hundred years to brew a single drop being stored in a vat as tall as three people.
He pointed forward, his thigh muscles suddenly bulged, and he easily leaped onto the large wine vat, which was more than five meters high. He walked a few steps wobbling along the edge of the vat before sliding down to the bottom with a whoosh.
A moment later, a rumbling, snoring sound came from inside the large vat, echoing and lingering within.