"Whoa, that sounds kind of terrifying."
After hearing Fang Mo's explanation, the skinny little old man before him seemed rather surprised. "Fine wine can certainly be locked away in a cellar and enjoyed slowly, but as for a spouse..."
"Oh, she did it willingly."
Before the old man across from him could finish, Fang Mo directly cut him off.
"...Nani?"
The other man seemed stunned upon hearing that.
"I said she did it willingly."
Fang Mo shrugged, then pulled out two wine cups from his pocket and somehow produced half a small dish of fennel beans from behind his back. "All right, old man, don't worry about those details. How about the two of us have a drink first?"
To be fair, Fang Mo hadn't lied just now.
Back when he used to play on servers years ago, his gaming buddy really did spend every day squatting in the basement.
Of course, there was no helping it. Minecraft servers in those ancient days had been utter chaos, filled with every kind of lunatic imaginable and hordes of annoying kids. Once there were too many mods, territory plugins and Chest locks became completely useless, so Xiaoyao's solution had been to burrow underground.
The two of them would often start a game by running wildly for hundreds of thousands of blocks before beginning their development.
Fang Mo would first build a little matchbox house on the surface. At that point, everyone was still in the early survival stage, and Xiaoyao would run around inside the house, tinkering with necessities for grinding late-game mods.
But once the game entered its rapid development phase...
That little brat would burrow deep underground at incredible speed and seal the passage behind her with dirt and stone.
By that stage, even Fang Mo had a hard time