The difficult path of cultivation for a grassroots female practitioner

Three days later, Xiao Han signed the contract for this novel with a female protagonist at a contract price of 150 spirit stones and a 10% profit dividend.

Although Xiao Han was not very satisfied with the price, she could not guarantee that the novel with a heroine as the main character would sell well, so she had to agree.

Anyway, if the storybook sells well, Qian Wanshan will take the initiative to urge her to write a second one, so there is no need to rush.

After finishing this female-themed novel, she would move on to the third male-themed novel. Qian Wanshan had already followed her advice and sold the new book to other immortal cities first. Once the other immortal cities started selling it, he would directly release the full version next time.

Anyway, the pen name "Wandering in a Different Time and Space" has already become famous and has a fixed fan base, so I can publish the full version directly.

By the time Xiao Han finished writing the finale of the heroine-led novel he was working on, it was the end of the year.

Originally, there was no custom of celebrating the Spring Festival in the world of immortal cultivation, but because Fuyuan City is located at the outermost edge of the immortal mountain and is closest to the mortal kingdom, it has been somewhat affected.

Therefore, at the end and beginning of the year, that is, on New Year's Eve and the first day of the first lunar month, all monks would prepare some delicious food to reward themselves.

Xiao Han was no exception. He spent ten spirit stones to buy half a spirit chicken, a spirit fish, and some side dishes, and decided to take them to Grandma Yuan's house to have a New Year's Eve dinner with her.

In fact, sometimes Xiao Han couldn't explain it clearly. In the world of immortal cultivation, where people are indifferent and everyone works only to earn resources for cultivation and improve their cultivation, and there is no human interaction at all, is this society better than the mortal society, or is it even more boring?

She always felt that too much social interaction was a burden, but without socializing, without family and friends, life seemed meaningless. The best way to live was probably to have a loving family, a few good friends who could occasionally get together for a drink and chat, and a stable, satisfying, and not-too-tiring job. This kind of life was probably the most perfect.

Unfortunately, she had few relatives or close friends in modern society. Trapped in this alien time and space, life was even more difficult, leaving her no room to consider deeper spiritual issues.

On New Year's Eve, heavy snow was falling from the sky. Xiao Han took the food he had bought, took a photo of a lightness talisman, and arrived at Grandma Yuan's orchard in just two quarters of an hour.

The leaves of the purple-red fruit tree are still green, but they are covered by heavy snow and turned into small snow bags.

Seeing Xiao Han coming over in the wind and snow, Granny Yuan asked in surprise, "What's the rush?"

Xiao Han patted the cloth bag containing the manuscript and said with a grin, "I've finished the finale. Don't you want to read it?"

As Granny Yuan led her into the main hall, she scolded her, "Child, even if I want to see it, there's no need to rush now."

Xiao Han raised the bag of food again. "Today is New Year's Eve. I also bought some spiritual chicken and spiritual fish. We'll have dinner together later to celebrate our smooth sailing this year and wish for smooth sailing next year as well."

Granny Yuan had an unconcealable smile in her eyes, but she said, "I hate cooking the most. We can eat together, but you can cook for yourself."

Xiao Han said as a matter of course: "Of course I will do it, but you are not allowed to look down on my poor cooking skills."

In fact, in the world of immortal cultivation, the emphasis is on the concentration of spiritual energy contained in the ingredients themselves, not on seasonings. Of course, with the same ingredients, a skilled chef will naturally make a more delicious dish.

Granny Yuan waved her hand and said, "It's up to you as long as it's cooked."

Xiao Han hurriedly said, "You still need to bring out some spiritual rice. I didn't bring any."

The spiritual rice that Grandma Yuan eats on a daily basis is a grade higher than the rice Xiao Han eats, and naturally tastes better.

Grandma Yuan brought some magic rice and four magic eggs and asked her to steam another egg custard.

So, when Xiao Han was busy cooking, Grandma Yuan leisurely read the ending of the story with a heroine as the protagonist.

Xiao Han stewed the chicken into soup, stir-fried some vegetables, steamed the spirit fish, and added an egg custard. It was a very rich meal for two people.

She originally planned to braise the spirit fish, but Grandma Yuan suggested in the main hall that steaming the spirit fish would minimize the loss of spiritual energy and make the fish meat the most tender, so she steamed it.

By the time she finished cooking, Grandma Yuan had finished watching the finale.

I finished reading the book I was following, and the ending was perfect. After finishing the book, I had a hot meal to eat. Naturally, Grandma Yuan was in a particularly good mood.

So she took out her treasured spiritual wine.

"Come, try this spirit wine. I guarantee you'll fall in love with it after you drink it."

Xiao Han hurriedly shook his head, "I've never drunk alcohol. I don't drink."

Granny Yuan poured wine into the two people's luminous cups and said, "This is a spiritual wine brewed from spiritual fruit. It tastes very good. You will know when you try it."

When Xiao Han was a child, she also secretly tasted the white wine that adults drank. The spicy taste made her stay away from alcohol from then on.

Now, she was a little embarrassed when Granny Yuan asked her to drink. But thinking about the special day today, and Granny Yuan said it was fruit wine, she reluctantly picked up the glass.

An old man and a young man sat opposite each other, smiling and raising their glasses. It was snowing heavily outside, but the house was warm and cozy.

Xiao Han took a small sip.

Well, it seems good, but I don’t know what it tastes like.

So he took another big sip.

Well, the aroma of fruit mixed with the aroma of wine, not spicy at all, the taste is a bit special.

I'll try it again.

Then, Granny Yuan saw that Xiao Han, who had difficulty drinking, drank all the wine in the luminous cup in two or three gulps.

Granny Yuan threw a Qingxin Xingshen Jue over and said angrily, "Are you planning to get drunk and let me eat all this food by myself?"

Even with the Qingxin Xingshen Jue, Xiao Han, who had never touched alcohol, drank too much at once and still felt a little drunk. He chuckled and said, "Mother-in-law, you eat the meat and I'll drink the wine. Come on, pour me some more wine."

Granny Yuan shook her head helplessly. She hadn't expected Xiao Han to be so weak in alcohol. "Why are you drinking? Eat your food quickly, or it'll get cold."

After saying that, he waved his hand and a large piece of fish fell into Xiao Han's bowl.

Xiao Han wasn't really drunk after all, so he stopped making a fuss and quickly ate his food.

From time to time, Granny Yuan would use her magic to send a little bit of each dish into her bowl, which made her eat until she was full.