It's a Pity He Doesn't Read Books

"You are too kind, miss."

Yi Feng also stood up and nodded slightly.

Praise flowed freely, and he accepted it gladly...

With five thousand years of cultural heritage, this was just the tip of the iceberg. Although these sentences weren't originally his, they were a perk of being a transmigrator!

"It's very comfortable interacting with you, Young Master," Bai Piaopiao praised.

Yi Feng just smiled. As they chatted, Bai Piaopiao unconsciously finished her chicken leg. Yi Feng tore off a few more pieces of fish for her, a return compliment for her praise.

Beside them, Maomao, with her mouth full of oil, listened to their conversation, stunned.

It was the first time she had ever seen her young lady praise someone so highly.

"Listening to the poem you just recited, Young Master, you must not be from around here!" Bai Piaopiao asked again.

"Yes, and no."

Mentioning this, Yi Feng couldn't help but sigh. Gazing at the bright moon, he thought of home and couldn't help but take a long drink.

"As I thought."

"Young Master is a man with a story."

Looking at Yi Feng's slightly dejected profile, Bai Piaopiao felt a spark of interest in this mortal. She asked softly, "Are you willing to tell Piaopiao your story, Young Master?"

"No," Yi Feng refused directly.

"Uh..."

Bai Piaopiao pouted. She had never been rejected before, and she hadn't expected Yi Feng to refuse so cleanly. This feeling of rejection was truly unpleasant!

Yi Feng merely gave her an apologetic look, offering no explanation.

His story stretched back too far, too far.

It was another world, another civilization...

Besides, this was his biggest secret, aside from that useless system.

"It was I who was presumptuous. Please sit, Young Master. I won't disturb you any further," Bai Piaopiao said softly, then got up with Maomao to leave.

But as soon as she stood up, she stopped.

Turning back, she asked, "Oh, right, do you read books, Young Master?"

"Books?"

"No."

Yi Feng shook his head apologetically.

"Oh, alright!"

Bai Piaopiao nodded, a flicker of dimness and disappointment appearing in her eyes for the first time as she looked at Yi Feng.

Although Yi Feng was a mortal, she rarely encountered people like him. She wouldn't even have minded becoming good friends with him.

She had thought Yi Feng would have read those two books as well.

What a pity...

Full from the meal and after several rounds of drinks, Yi Feng leaned against the railing, lost in thought for a long, long time.

It was late at night.

Yi Feng finally returned to his room, took out the copy of "Dream of the Red Chamber" he had specifically brought in his bamboo basket, and placed it under the hard bed board before gradually falling asleep.

The next day.

Yi Feng woke up early and found Bai Piaopiao and Maomao, preparing to take his leave.

"If you have nowhere to stay the next time you come into the mountains, you can come here," Bai Piaopiao said after much deliberation as they parted.

"Thank you, Miss Piaopiao."

Yi Feng nodded at the two women, slung his bamboo basket over his shoulder, and turned to leave, embarking on the path down the mountain.

"Miss, why do you want him to come back?" Maomao asked, puzzled.

Bai Piaopiao smiled.

Yi Feng was just a mortal; he posed no influence or threat to their plans.

Moreover, his cultivation and insight earned her genuine admiration. While it seemed far-fetched to admire a mortal, that was the reality.

Therefore, she didn't reject the mortal's presence.

It was just a pity that he didn't read books.

Otherwise, they would probably have more in common!

"Alright, but it's good that he comes back. That fish last night was really delicious," Maomao said with a mischievous smile, her mouth watering at the memory of the tasty food.

"Alright, hurry up and tidy up the room he stayed in!" Bai Piaopiao said, exasperated.

Maomao stuck out her tongue and obediently went to clean the room.

But after a moment, she ran back, shouting, "Miss, Miss, come quickly and see!"