Zhang Yang watched him speak, listened to his accent, and smiled. "So, you were from that corner of northeastern China in your past life?"
"Yep, Heilongjiang Province, up northeast."
"Heh, I'm from Liaoning Province in the northeast. That makes us practically family."
Zhang Yang nodded. Though he found it a little strange, his expression remained unchanged. The universe was vast, after all; anything could happen, and he had seen even stranger things.
"Curious about where I came from?"
Gu Xing Lei swept his hand, and a tableful of dishes appeared, along with a bottle of Moutai. Their surroundings changed as well. Heavy snow began falling outside, while a stove appeared indoors, with water heating on top.
The table also held dishes Zhang Yang had seen in his past life, such as pork stewed with vermicelli, crispy sweet-and-sour pork, and chicken stewed with mushrooms-all authentic northeastern fare.
Zhang Yang watched Gu Xing Lei sit cross-legged on the heated brick bed and conjure several large enamel mugs. Gu Xing Lei picked up the Moutai and poured a beautiful stream of liquor.
Unhurriedly, he tipped in the blood sausage from the table and stirred it a few times with a spoon.
Zhang Yang watched patiently throughout. Seeing him like this truly brought back the feeling of his past life, and that feeling was wonderful.
It was like being alone in a foreign land and meeting a fellow townsman he had not seen in ten thousand years.
In fact, Zhang Yang already had a vague idea of who Gu Xing Lei was and roughly understood what had happened.
As Gu Xing Lei poured him a drink, Zhang Yang remembered the etiquette of his past life and lightly tapped the table with two fingers to express his thanks.
The two clinked their large enamel mugs,