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The next day.
In a valley filled with the fragrance of spiritual medicine.
An elderly man with white hair and beard was sitting under the eaves of a thatched cottage. In front of him, a clay pot was placed on the stove, stewing succulent fish meat, bubbling and rolling in the broth, emitting an enticing aroma.
From afar, the old man saw a figure appear at the entrance of the valley and a smile immediately spread across his face.
Not until the young man approached did the elder call out, "Yuan Ming, your timing couldn't be better. I'd just put the pot on the fire and hadn't even started eating when you arrived."
"I was afraid the Fisherman would have to enjoy his fish without wine, so I brought you some," Yuan Ming replied with a laugh, unceremoniously.
As he spoke, he lifted the two deep red wine jugs he was carrying in his hand.
"Ah, you really brought wine?" A light shone in the Fisherman's eyes as soon as he saw the wine.
He hurriedly got up to greet him.
