Yes, indeed, even if the lady develops a fondness, it would be for the author of 'Dream of the Red Chamber' and 'Journey to the West.' She wouldn't entertain the idea of liking such an ordinary mortal," Mao Mao, with a mischievous expression, remarked meaningfully.
"Quiet down," the woman lightly knocked on Mao Mao's head, simultaneously expressing her concern. "But you mentioned, what if he is also a mortal?"
"Well..." Mao Mao pondered with her small head bowed, "I think it's improbable. Consider the characters in 'Journey to the West.' Although their cultivation methods differ from ours, aren't they formidable too? Even if it's fictional, he must possess some understanding of cultivation to write such a book, don't you think?"
"True."
The woman gave Mao Mao an approving look. She shared the same sentiment. Pure love novels might be crafted by ordinary individuals, but 'Journey to the West' is a cultivation world. The characters in it traverse vast distances, encountering top-tier treasures like the Moonlight Treasure Box. How could a mortal depict such a world with a mortal perspective?
"In that case, Mao Mao, from today onward, you will assist me in locating this gentleman with all your might. I wish to meet him at the earliest opportunity," the woman instructed softly.
"Alright, alright, miss, I understand your intentions. I'll convey the message promptly." Mao Mao chuckled mischievously and then departed.
In his room, Yi Feng changed into fresh attire, wiping away the weariness, feeling considerably more at ease.
Subsequently, he retrieved a wild rabbit from the bamboo basket and proceeded to the open space in front of the residence. After a day of wandering, he hadn't had a proper meal, and now that he had found a place to settle, he intended to indulge himself.
Promptly, he set up a barbecue grill.
Before long, a delectably fragrant roasted rabbit emerged, exuding a tempting aroma after Yi Feng added some seasonings.
"Mmm, it smells delightful!"
After inhaling the savory aroma, Yi Feng refrained from hastily eating. Freshly grilled food tended to generate internal heat. Instead, he dug a small pit in the ground, extracted a wild chicken wrapped in lotus leaves from the bamboo basket, and buried it.
Following that, he skewered a fish for grilling.
Shortly afterward, the grilled fish reached perfection, boasting crispy skin and a tantalizing appearance.
The beggar's chicken was also unearthed, permeating the air with its enticing fragrance.
Though an ordinary person, Yi Feng never compromised on the quality of his life. Even if he couldn't consume everything, he always aimed for a satisfying meal.
"With a jug of fine wine; this is truly enjoyable."