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Chapter 1381 - 940 Half and Half (Requesting Monthly Tickets!)_2

Chapter 1381: 940 Half and Half (Requesting Monthly Tickets!)_2

The big and small ones are both lost in thought.

"Big brother, why are there so many scars on this?"

At some point, the little girl had come over to Jiang Chen’s side.

Scars.

This term was used interestingly.

"You know the sword in the room? It was made by that sword."

"Did sister do it?"

"Yes, impressive isn’t it?"

"Impressive!"

The little girl nodded eagerly, looking at the stone wall marked by Sword Qi, full of admiration.

"Let’s go, it’s time to eat,"

Jiang Chen patted the little girl’s head.

"Big brother, can you tell my mommy about this place so that next time I can have her bring me here?"

"Then why not try to remember it yourself?"

The waterfall continued to flow endlessly.

The sound of the big and small gradually thinned out.

"Tanki Liuli, why not go look for them, everyone’s hungry."

The Daoist temple.

The table was already set up in the courtyard.

Today, there were indeed a few main dishes.

For example, stir-fried pigskin.

Radish stewed meat.

It’s hard to say if they were hungry, but Yu Hui was indeed a bit restless, constantly looking towards the temple’s entrance.

Tanki Liuli, having removed her Daoist robe, got up.

"I’ll go too."

Yu Hui quickly stood up to follow.

Before they reached the door, they heard bell-like laughter.

"Big brother, you’re bragging, how could a panda understand human speech?"

Then,

The figure of the big and small appeared at the door.

Seeing Tanki Liuli and Yu Hui about to leave, Jiang Chen asked puzzledly: "Where are you going? Isn’t it time to eat?"

"Mommy, I saw the waterfall! It’s so beautiful!"

The little girl hurried over to share with her mother.

Yu Hui hugged her unharmed daughter. Her brow relaxed quietly, she looked at Jiang Chen and managed a stiff smile.

"The meal is ready, the Taoist invited you."

Jiang Chen nonchalantly smiled and nodded, deliberately sniffing, "You could smell the aroma here."

They turned back.

"Sit down, sit down, today’s dishes are especially abundant."

The old taoist smiled broadly.

Jiang Chen seemed to understand where the foodie attribute of the Taoist nun sister came from.

In the dilapidated Daoist temple.

Several people sat around a square table.

Now life is prosperous, and ordinary families can have substantial meals every day; the few dishes here didn’t quite match with abundance.

But consider where we are.

"Taoist, are there pigs raised in the temple? How come I haven’t seen any?"

Jiang Chen glanced at the dishes on the table once seated, his opening words were truly shocking.

Especially Yu Hui, who seemed like her soul was struck, staring at Jiang Chen dumbfounded for a few seconds.

"There’s not enough space to raise pigs, every now and then, someone from the foot of the mountain will bring some ingredients up."

The old taoist was truly not stingy, not only treating with extraordinary specifications but also bringing out wine.

Jiang Chen recognized it, it was indeed the Pine Blossom brew he had just given today, costing ten thousand ocean per pound.

Though it was hosting with something he offered himself, it was generous nonetheless.

At least he didn’t keep it to enjoy alone.

But soon Jiang Chen found a problem; he had chopsticks and a bowl, but no cup.

If it were just him without a cup, it wouldn’t matter, but the key issue was the old taoist had a small wine cup set in front of him.

"Where’s the cup?"

Familiar with his two disciples, Jiang Chen naturally wasn’t going to stay reserved, particularly as he’s never been one to be pretentious.

"Do you want some too?"

The old taoist asked.

"..."

Moments that truly embarrassed Jiang Chen were few.

"Liu Li, go get another wine cup."

After a pause, the old taoist turned to instruct his young disciple, sounding somewhat pained.

Actually, at this point, anyone with keen insight would find a reason to refuse, but the issue was the not-particularly fond-of-drinking Jiang Chen didn’t make a sound.

It’s his own bought wine, trying a bit shouldn’t be excessive, right?

"I’ll go."

Yu Hui stood up proactively, very enthusiastic, well-versed with social nuances, given she and her daughter were under someone else’s roof.

"Let me do it."

Upon receiving the wine glass, Jiang Chen, understanding etiquette, stood up voluntarily to pour the wine, without bothering the old Taoist master.

Of course, he poured for the other person first.

"That’s enough, that’s enough."

After filling half of the glass, which was probably just a couple of ounces, the old Taoist master called him to stop.

Jiang Chen certainly wouldn’t urge him to drink more. At such an old age, drinking less was a good thing. He placed the glass in front of the other person and then began to pour for himself.

The old Taoist master watched closely.

There was no attempt to take advantage; as a junior, Jiang Chen certainly wouldn’t play tricks when drinking. He didn’t stop until his glass was filled to brim.

The old Taoist master’s face twitched slightly.

Jiang Chen was about to put down the wine pot when he heard, "Then let’s fill them both up."

Though aged, he had a high spirit.

The old Taoist master, being straightforward, took the wine pot from Jiang Chen and refilled his own glass.

Indeed, the wine table culture of Shenzhou was profound.

Even before drinking begins, communication starts.

"Thanks to Miss Yu."

Jiang Chen expressed his gratitude to Yu Hui.

After coming down the mountain, the Taoist nun sister learned a bit but still not enough to be articulate. It wasn’t possible to rely on her for expression, so Jiang Chen had to take over.

"It’s what I should do. I have to thank the Daoist master for allowing Yao Yao and me to stay here."

"Haha, after Liu Li left, the Taoist temple only had me. It was somewhat quiet, but your presence has added some vitality to the temple."

The old Taoist master picked up his chopsticks, "Eat. Liu Li, don’t worry about your master. Miss Yu’s cooking skills are quite remarkable."

"Old Taoist master, sorry for causing trouble for you."

Jiang Chen raised his glass.

The reason the Taoist temple sheltered Yu Hui and her daughter was due to him.

"Liu Li mentioned to me that during her days off the mountain, you have taken good care of her. Next time you come, don’t buy this wine anymore."

After speaking, the old Taoist master took a sip of wine, sighed contentedly, and then added, "If you really want to buy it, mentioning Liu Li’s name will suffice."

Jiang Chen, still pondering what the Taoist nun sister had said, instinctively asked, "What use is it?"

The old Taoist master put down his wine glass, glanced at the little girl Yao Yao, maintaining the demeanor of a high person, but suddenly lowered his voice, "You’ll get a discount."

A discount?

Jiang Chen was stunned, looking at the wise-looking old Taoist master, feeling odd inside, but quickly understanding.

Truly a master!

No surprise.

There must be benefit exchanges between the temple and the tavern down the mountain. The wine sold so expensively might be because the old Taoist master gets a cut.

No wonder when buying wine before, the tavern owner deliberately asked if it was for sending up the mountain.

Because it was, it was easier to record in the accounts.

No wonder Tanki Liuli could buy wine on credit before.

Jiang Chen’s eye twitched, feeling increasingly impressed. They say the Daoist Sect is versatile; indeed, it lives up to its reputation.

Look at the business tactics here; they’re quite worth learning too.

"I’ve been taught a lesson."

Jiang Chen lifted his glass again.

The old Taoist master remained composed, slightly squinted his eyes, nodded with satisfaction: "The child can be taught."

Regarding their conversation, the Taoist nun sister likely hadn’t heard, while Yu Hui intentionally didn’t listen, and the little girl surely didn’t understand.

"Mommy, will you take me to find pandas later?"

Although today was joyful, the little girl was evidently a bit disappointed for not finding a panda.

"Pandas are national treasures; they’re all in the park."

Yu Hui said tactfully, surely thinking Jiang Chen was teasing the child but didn’t directly express it.

"Big brother says there are."

The little girl promptly said, not knowing why such a short time had been enough to build strong trust in Jiang Chen.

Maybe this is the charisma of character.

"There really is a panda up in the mountain."

The old Taoist master spoke, smiling kindly at the little girl, "But finding one depends on fate."

The little girl certainly didn’t understand what fate meant, "Grandpa, if Yao Yao goes every day to look, one day Yao Yao will find it, right?"

Apparently, she already considered this place home, not contemplating leaving.

Yu Hui lowered her head, remained silent.

"Brother believes that before Yao Yao grows up, she’ll surely find it."

Jiang Chen said with a smile.

The little girl’s face instantly lit up, pretending to raise a toast in this desolate temple bereft of even beverages.

"Big brother, let’s toast."

Not only Jiang Chen, but even the old Taoist master, and emotion-laden Yu Hui couldn’t help but smile for a moment.

The "cold" Tanki Liuli’s lips also subtly pursed.

"Cheers."

Jiang Chen raised his glass with a broad smile.

The mountains stretch for thousands of miles.

The path of life is long.

A humble meal at sunset with wine glass.

Half and half.