Huh? Isn't this an adventure kingdom building game?!-Chapter 45: The Life of Immortals

Jiang Yuan watched the energetic young boy skillfully working, a hint of regret on his face for sleeping a few minutes longer and not being able to get up on time. A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he found his apprentice rather cute.

"From now on, just treat this place like your own home, keep it clean and tidy, that’s all. Sleeping in a bit in the morning is no big deal, as long as it’s not until the sun is high in the sky and you don’t neglect spilled oil on the floor. There’s no need to be so restrained."

He took in an apprentice, not a workhorse, and there was no need to exploit him exhaustively.

Nor did he expect Wan Mingchuan to feel obliged to repay his kindness to an extreme. Living here, just keeping an eye on things and helping out with what he could was enough. After all, he himself wasn’t overly ambitious, just looking to trade some fruits and mushrooms to make a bit of money and live leisurely on both sides.

Wan Mingchuan, who was used to farm work, might not have planted strawberries before, but he still handled the tasks quite competently.

"Come wash your face and get ready for breakfast. After eating, boil some hot water for a good bath. I’ve prepared new clothes, shoes, and socks for you, though I’m not sure if they fit." Jiang Yuan took out a few packets of meals from the storage bag and arranged them on plates and bowls, casually pointing to the bathing tub nearby, with new clothing bought from the market the night before placed on top.

[Goodwill +100]

[Goodwill +80]

......

Whether it was the aroma of the braised pork or the impact of the brand-new bathing tub and new clothes, shoes, and socks, or maybe a combination of both, Wan Mingchuan looked utterly shocked as his goodwill kept increasing and increasing. He even suspected that, in a few days, the kid could turn ten hearts into a diamond one.

"Thank you, Master!" Wan Mingchuan pinched himself hard to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

He didn’t get up at the crack of dawn to help with work, and yet the master prepared fragrant meals and new clothes, shoes, and socks for him. There was even a bathing tub that only the elders of the He Family in the village could afford to use!

This was simply... the life of an Immortal!

People from poor families just washed up in the river, who had the time, energy, and firewood to waste on boiling water for a bath?

After all, he was still a young boy and hadn’t worn many new clothes growing up. He hurriedly washed his hands and face in the wooden basin, wiped them carefully with a clean cotton towel, folded it neatly, and then rushed to the wooden tub to pick up the new clothes.

They felt soft to the touch and were finely tailored, even with simple embroidery on the snow-white collar and cuffs. Wan Mingchuan rubbed the new clothes, looking at them closely, filled with delight, and finally realized, "But Master, wearing a long robe while working is too wasteful, it would ruin the clothes!"

He pointed at himself, "For farming and chopping wood, you need to wear short shirts and trousers for convenience. Long boots are too precious, sometimes I can’t even bear to wear straw shoes when working."

Hearing this, Jiang Yuan realized that wearing a long robe usually symbolized a certain status and social standing, indicating that they didn’t need to do physical labor themselves, and conversely, it meant that wearing such clothes was inconvenient for manual work.

"Ah, I didn’t really think about it," he glanced at himself, dressed in the initial game attire which was a short shirt, long pants, and straw shoes, thinking that those who could enter the market were demon cultivators and wouldn’t need to do physical labor. Naturally, the clothing stores wouldn’t have clothes for farmers.

Wan Mingchuan’s eyes couldn’t hide his joy as he carefully folded the light blue robe and snow-white socks, along with the exquisite boots, and solemnly said, "When I learn magic and return to Riverfront Village, I must wear this outfit to show them!"

"So, the clothes you usually wear, do you make them yourself?" Jiang Yuan thought he should at least have two sets of clothes to change into, and wearing straw shoes was too uncomfortable. At least he should make a pair of cloth shoes to wear.

"Usually the women in the family spin the yarn, weave the fabric, make the clothes, and twist grass ropes to make the shoes. My grandpa and I can’t do it, so our clothes and shoes are bought from the town, made from kudzu or coarse linen, and we ask Aunt Lin from the Lin Family to help us make them. If we can’t find someone to make them, there are ready-made ones for sale in town, but they are more expensive."

So that’s how it was!

Jiang Yuan nodded, handing over a pair of chopsticks, "Let’s eat first, we’ll find time to go into town once we finish up the busy days."

Wan Mingchuan respectfully took the chopsticks, his eyes involuntarily glancing at the floating market.

He was sure that when he followed his master back last night, there was only a straw hut, but after a night’s sleep, there was suddenly an extra room, and yet he hadn’t heard any noise.

But when he became an apprentice, the master had said not to gossip or be curious about his matters. He could only silently marvel at the master’s supernatural methods.

At the same time, he felt immensely grateful for decisively seizing the opportunity to change his destiny. With such a formidable master, he was sure he could achieve something with diligent study and practice!

The series of surprising events in the early morning left Wan Mingchuan so puzzled that he was absent-minded even after taking the chopsticks while pondering the house.

When he sat on a stone temporarily moved over to serve as a stool, he was stunned by the richly colored and exquisitely arranged dishes on the wooden table that looked and smelled delicious!

Too, too fragrant!

What kind of delicious dish was this, and how could it emit such a steaming and alluring aroma?

"Gulp!"

The empty stomach was made even hungrier by the aroma. He lowered his eyes, avoiding looking at the large plate of delicious-smelling meat, secretly swallowed saliva, held the chopsticks properly, and waited for the master to start eating.

Jiang Yuan hadn’t rested all night and was both hungry and tired. The steaming, freshly cooked braised pork was shiny red; the vegetables were green and fragrant with the unique flavor of mushrooms, greatly stimulating one’s appetite!

The milky white carp tofu soup had a completely different fish aroma from the grilled Jade Fish eaten yesterday, with the delicate broth wrapped around tender tofu, clearly indicating a great taste.

"Don’t be restrained, come, have a piece of braised pork!" Jiang Yuan noticed that, although from humble origins, his apprentice was well-mannered and followed rules, enhancing his favorable impression.

Having seen too many in reality who didn’t understand even the basic table manners, yet boasted about being free and open-minded while mocking him as brainwashed and pedantic among his peers, he genuinely liked his six-year-younger apprentice, who was polite at the dining table.

Wan Mingchuan thanked his master and marveled in his heart: So this dish is called braised pork, such a brilliant red color fits the name perfectly.

The one-inch square braised pork was placed on the white rice in the bowl, with the thick sauce permeating the rice, emitting a meat aroma that looked extremely tempting. He carefully took a bite, and the meat was tender and melty, rich but not greasy, lean but not dry. Just a little bite lit up Wan Mingchuan’s eyes.

How could there be such delicious food in the world!

"The flavor isn’t bad, just the timing was a bit too much." Jiang Yuan took a piece of meat into his mouth. No matter what, he lived in a modern world with abundant food varieties. He hadn’t tasted exotic delicacies, but braised pork was his mom’s specialty dish. Having a taste, he felt his mom made it better.

The portion bought from the market restaurant seemed to have been simmered in a large pot on low heat, causing the meat to become too tender and the texture lacked a bit of bite, and the strong flavor of spices somewhat overshadowed the dish.

The rice was cooked with slightly too much water, making it a little mushy and sticky, not his preferred individual grains, chewy texture. But it compensated for physical strength and life energy data. He moved the plate closer to his apprentice to let him eat more meat, while he took a bowl of carp tofu soup, enjoying it slowly with the meal.