“Brother Wei, you live here alone, farming and studying. How did you manage to make such a fine spread? Could it be... that you've hidden a beauty in your thatched cottage?”
“Huh? Didn't you send someone to bring it over every day, Brother Chen?”
“Did I?”
“Didn't you?”
“Perhaps I told a servant to do it and then forgot.”
After several rounds of drinks, Wei Hao saw his guest off. The next day, he picked up his farming tools and pretended to head to the fields. Halfway there, he turned back home and saw a woman emerge from the water vat. She gracefully made her way to the kitchen, lit the fire, and began to cook...
“Don't I remember there being nothing in that vat but a single river snail?”
I am Wei Hao, courtesy name Daxiang, known as the “Red Hero.” I'm a transmigrator, a mere scholar. I planned to pass the imperial exams and reach the pinnacle of success, but then I discovered that this world... has spirits and monsters.
