After the multitude of ghosts from Peach Grove scattered, the Mortal Fisherman suddenly felt his tension dissipate. Oh wow, how magical.
"Brother Zhu, this way please."
Dead Ghost Farmer, Brother Fan Er, smiled honestly and then invited the comradeship of the fisherman into the front hall.
"Thank you, Brother Fan Er."
The fisherman nodded his thanks to the acting village chief of Peach Grove, the Dead Ghost Farmer.
The two men entered the front hall, one after the other.
The Dead Ghost Farmer invited the fisherman to sit and busied himself serving tea and water with great enthusiasm.
Soon, Farmer Fan Er's wife, Mo Yaotiao, also appeared, carrying a tray.
As she set the table for the two men, she warmly called over to the Mr. Zhu fisherman, "Brother Zhu, I hope you'll enjoy the meal generously. My cooking might be a bit rusty, but it shouldn't taste like wax."
