Water Reflects Peach Blossoms

Hearing Zhe Yan say this, Jiang Ruan suddenly remembered: "Even the immortals have practiced fasting and don't need to eat. How come your cooking skills are so good?"

When she was in Taichen Palace, the Star Lord Siming once told her that immortals do not rely on grains and meat. They mainly rely on cultivation and absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

Putting down his chopsticks, Zhe Yan, though sitting on a small stool, maintained an elegant demeanor. "Life is long, and one must find something to pass the time. The mysteries of heaven and earth are immense. For someone with my level of cultivation, I don't know how much longer the long years ahead will be. If I don't learn something to relieve my stress, I'm afraid I'll develop inner demons."

Just like Donghua, who stopped killing and war by killing and war to stop war, and sat on the position of the common master of heaven and earth. After retiring, he lived alone in Taichen Palace. During this period, he mastered calligraphy, painting, refining, architecture, etc., and also built his own kiln to burn tiles, learned medical skills, and recently heard that he was learning to cook, but the dishes he made were like poison.

There is a rumor that he would rather charge into battle than eat a single bite of the emperor's food.

Seeing that Jiang Ruan was so surprised that he could cook, Donghua must have been afraid of poisoning her, so he didn't let her know that he could cook.

As he spoke, Zhe Yan boasted to Jiang Ruan, "Not only can I cook, I'm also an expert at brewing wine. When you and I return to the Ten-Mile Peach Forest, I'll dig out the oldest, sweetest, and most mellowest Peach Blossom Wine for you to taste, having been buried under a peach tree for seventy thousand years."

Jiang Ruan has become accustomed to being shocked.

The wine brewed by the gods may be older than her ancestor.

She thought for a moment and said, "I don't have any special talents, but I can make pretty good dim sum. If I come to my hometown, Shenshui Town, I'll do my best to be a good host."

"You're too modest." Zhe Yan cut a piece of sizzling rabbit meat and placed it in Jiang Ruan's bowl. "If you were to make dim sum, it would definitely be the most delicious dim sum in the world."

Jiang Ruan was stunned for a moment and realized that Zhe Yan's enthusiasm for her seemed a little too much.

Zhe Yan was perceptive and remained calm as he tried to smooth things over: "After all, I haven't tasted snacks made by anyone else, so yours are undoubtedly the best."

Hearing him say this, Jiang Ruan breathed a sigh of relief. She thought Zheyan had different feelings for her.

But come to think of it, Donghua is probably the only god in the world who likes mortal women and has a paranoid temperament.

Eating rabbit meat alone was not enough to fill them up, so Jiang Ruan and Zhe Yan went to the inn's kitchen and ordered two bowls of noodles.

The noodles are clear soup noodles with two blanched small cabbages on top. The combination of green and white is like jade, and a few drops of sesame oil are very appetizing.

Inn lobby.

The waiter complained to the shopkeeper, "Shopkeeper, you mentioned the two guests who just checked in. That young man is incredibly handsome, has a strong aura, speaks softly and has a good temper. He doesn't look like someone who needs money, but why is he so stingy? He can't even afford to treat that fairy-like girl to a good meal, and instead cooks for himself to save money."

The shopkeeper, who was using an abacus, stopped and snorted, "What do you know? This is called strategy."

The waiter was stunned: "You call this strategic?"

The shopkeeper laughed at the waiter, who looked like a naive young man who didn't understand the strictness of a girl's choice of husband. "If you want a girl to fall in love with you willingly, family background is a help, and character and temperament are also a plus. But there is one more thing. If the girl doesn't like you, you must do your best to show your advantages. What girl wouldn't want to marry a man who is as gentle as jade, treats her well, and can also cook?"

Seeing the waiter scratching his head and mumbling that this request was too high, the shopkeeper spat at him: "It's said that you don't know anything. Only men like this can care for others and know how to live a good life!"

"You've got a girl like this, a goddess or fairy, and you've ruined her for nothing!"

The waiter gave an awkward laugh and asked, "Then, boss, if you're so good at living, and the girl still doesn't like you, what should you do?"

"What should I do?" The shopkeeper lowered his head and continued to fiddle with his abacus. "Nothing can I do. If I don't like it, I don't like it. What else can I do? I'm not some prince or noble. I can't use my power to think of a solution... I have no power or influence, so I just accept my fate."

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evening.

Jiang Ruan was lying on the bed. Zheyan felt that the beds in the inn were not soft enough, so he used magic to replace all the bedding with soft, high-quality quilts.

The soft and fragrant quilt was the same one she had smelled in the old woman's house and the dilapidated temple. Now that she had time to think about it carefully, it smelled the same as the quilt in the peach forest.

In a daze, Jiang Ruan heard some movement outside the window. Her sleepy eyes immediately cleared up. She immediately took the candlestick on the table and quietly approached the side of the window, ready to hit anyone who climbed in through the window!

As soon as she moved to the window, someone knocked on it three times, neither light nor heavy.

Then Zhe Yan's voice came from outside the window: "The thieves are busy, you should have a good rest tonight."

Jiang Ruan breathed a sigh of relief and then asked, "Are you injured?"

Outside the window, Zhe Yan raised the corner of his lips and said softly, "No, it's a cool night, don't come out."

Knowing that Zheyan, as a god, had his own way of doing things, Jiang Ruan told him to be careful and returned to the bed. She sat on the bed, feeling a little worried, but also felt that her worry was a completely unnecessary joke for a god.

In a daze, she was so sleepy that she fell asleep without realizing it.

At dawn the next day, Jiang Ruan suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed. Although he was still sleepy, he did not bother to get up and dress himself. As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw Zhe Yan in the next room also pushed open the door.

He looked at Jiang Ruan with his deep eyes, and seeing the dark circles under her eyes, he hurried forward with concern: "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Seeing that Jiang Ruan wanted to ask something, he explained without waiting for her to ask: "After I caught the thief last night, I interrogated him overnight and sent him to the county government office. I cast a spell on his mouth so that he could only tell the truth. Now the thief has been caught."

"It's my fault. I didn't tell you in time after I came back yesterday, causing you to worry about me all night."

When he came back, he removed the barrier protecting Jiang Ruan's room and found that Jiang Ruan had fallen asleep. However, he did not see her with his own eyes, so he did not know when she fell asleep.

Jiang Ruan shook his head. "It's not just you. I'd be worried if it were anyone else. Although you're a deity, most mortals are cunning and clever by nature. I'm afraid you'll be fooled."

Zhe Yan acted as if he didn't understand. "Even though mortals are cunning, it depends on who they are. For example, the one in front of me is sincere, kind, and smart. She is a rare and exquisite girl like jade."