The days flew by like a white colt glimpsed through a crack.
Yi Feng had already adapted to life in the village and, as usual, rose early.
He planned to study the old man's flashy tricks so that when he cooked in the future, he could make things fancy and dazzling too. With his culinary skills On Par with Gods, the food would surely be both delicious and beautiful.
But when he entered the kitchen, there was no one there.
Had the old man's regular routine been disrupted?
Just as Yi Feng was puzzled, a familiar humming tune drifted from the main hall.
"Springtime is in full bloom, flowers and butterflies vie in splendor..."
There was a hint of delight and lightheartedness in the voice.
Following the little tune, Yi Feng found the old man looking radiant.
His usual plain clothes had been replaced with a flowing, broad-sleeved robe. Dressed all in white, whiter than snow, he wore a sheer green outer garment.
As the ancients said: Buddha relies on gold adornments, and people rely on their clothes.
Those words were absolutely true. With only a change of clothes, the lecherous old man somehow looked quite presentable. Not only was he pleasing to the eye, but even his bearing had changed considerably.
The old man stood before a large bronze mirror, shaving.
The small razor danced nimbly, shaping his goatee with exquisite care. It added just the right touch of maturity and weathered charm without making him seem unkempt.
A lock of dark hair swept across his brow, perfectly accentuating his natural, carefree elegance.
Paired with that wild and uninhibited smile, the wicked curve at the corner of his lips made him look exactly like a treasure of an uncle who had weathered countless storms.
His bearing and looks absolutely