Feng Jun took Feng Tianyang down the mountain, even bringing along Senior Brother Zhang, who watched over the tea trees.
Senior Brother Zhang was truly worthy of respect. He had watched over the tea trees on the mountain for twenty years. Only after the cableway had been installed to bring people up did he occasionally go down the mountain, but he usually never stayed away for more than a week.
The longest time was when his mother passed away. He went down the mountain for two months, but that had been in early autumn and had not affected the harvest of the Dao-Seeking Tea.
When the three of them reached the mountainside, the other Daoists could only wait on them from the side. It was already late, time for dinner.
Feng Jun took out a plastic bag containing five jin of spirit rice. "Steam this rice. Tonight, my treat. You should try some too and see how it compares to your Dao-Seeking Tea."
Senior Brother Zhang stared at him, his gaze somewhat vacant. "A storage artifact?"
Feng Jun glanced sidelong at him and nodded slightly. "Yes. Doesn't Xuan De Heavenly Grotto have any?"
This was a matter of knowing how to converse. He had done it deliberately, cutting off the topic with a single sentence and sparing himself a great deal of trouble.
Rice cooked quickly, especially since there was actually natural gas and a pressure cooker on the mountainside.
Half an hour later, the food was served. The rice was spirit rice, while the dishes were... vegetarian fare.
But spirit rice was ultimately different. There were fewer than ten people on the mountain altogether, yet the cooked spirit rice weighed more than ten jin. In barely ten minutes, it was swept clean like a whirlwind scattering clouds.
"Good stuff."