“You said.”
“On our planet, there is a culture that is very prevalent, and we generally use it for things that are not well resolved, or things that are not well spoken about.”
“There’s this culture?”
“Actually, this culture should be common to all humans, it’s just more prevalent on my old side of the world.”
“I’m curious, what kind of culture is it that can have such a charm?”
Han Qianqian laughed softly and was in no hurry to explain what it was at this point. After a look signalling his disciples and Su Yingxia to find a relatively flat area to sit down, he set up a rack or something and began his own cooking show.
Within a few moments, the meat was already emitting a fragrance under Han Qianqian’s roasting, and no matter whether he was a human or a ghost, his mouth watered at the smell.
“Just …… that’s it? Is this the so-called culture?”
Although
scourge clearly smacks of contempt, there is also clearly a hint of greed in it.
“How can that alone be a culture? Or rather, it is a culture, but definitely not a culture of chatter.”
At this point, Han Qianqian then pulled out a bottle from his pocket.
As the lid of the bottle was opened, the rich fragrance of wine came straight to his nose.
“This stuff plus this stuff is what I mean by culture.”
Wine and fine cuisine come together to make what is naturally known as wine culture.
While it may not necessarily be seen as a good culture, it has its own powerful meaning.
It can quickly bring people closer to each other and, under the influence of alcohol, a step closer in terms of communication.
Isn’t there a saying on Earth that if I don’t get drunk, where do you get the chance.
Although it is a slightly frivolous flirtation, it is in fact a side
It’s a slightly flirtatious joke, but it’s actually a side note to the significance of wine culture in facilitating communication.
“Try it?”
Han Qianqian said, and with a movement in his hand, the bottle of wine flew straight through with a piece of meat.
Soon, the wine was suspended somewhere in the air by virtue of the bottle, and the meat was also suspended somewhere.
After a moment’s hesitation, the meat began to disappear and the bottle of wine took on a filling shape.
“How is it?” Han Qianqian asked.
“You tiny people are deft with your hands. Delicious!” Scourge said.
Han Qianqian smiled gently and chucked himself a piece of meat, while, at the same time, sipped his wine.
“Now, what are we going to talk about?”
This guy was as socially awkward as a white guy, saying things that could just make the scene awkward and then you wouldn’t know how to pick up the conversation.
Han Qianqian laughed, “Don’t do anything, just drink what you want and eat what you want.”
Woe didn’t say anything, but obviously didn’t object either.
For Han Qianqian to
said, although wine culture is a valid culture, but everything is also about a cyclical and gradual process, bluntly telling Woe what to do and how to do it next, rather than letting him follow along and come to that step naturally.
Soon, the wine is over three decades and the food is over five flavours.
Not only was Han Qianqian a little dizzy from drinking, but even that Woe seemed to be a little drunk.
However, such a portion of wine would obviously not cause too much dizziness to a cultivator or something of Woe’s level, and it would probably be more appropriate to describe it as slightly smoky.
“That was some fun.” Woe was somewhat satisfied, “This wine culture of yours, I like it very much. So yeah, all creatures in general, may be quite upset that man rules the world, but to me, I have no animosity towards any race or individual that moves to a high position, because I believe that to stand in that position
must have his superlative skills.”
“You people are not only quick-witted, but you also have such delicate work in your hands, I have eaten a lot of things, and your food definitely ranks up there, and this wine, oh, the more I drink it, the more I want to drink it.”
Hearing his words, Han Qianqian threw another bottle of wine over, Han Qianqian knew very well that his strategy had basically worked, at least nowadays the scourge liked wine and meat, then the next time the timing was right, we could also talk together.
Han Qianqian did have quite a few questions that he wanted to ask it properly.
After another long time, Woe alone had already drunk at least five bottles of wine, which seemed to have come to form for it as well.
“Do you particularly want to know who among you has run out of yang life?”
Han Qianqian nodded, “Not bad, and it would be best if you were willing to tell me.”