Zhou Youcai looked at the little girl and asked, "Is it tasty?"
The little girl raised her head and looked at him.
"...Mm..."
"Let Grandpa hold you."
The little girl took a step back, clearly unwilling.
Zhou Youcai did not insist, turning his gaze to the man in blue robes beside her.
"Your child is very cute."
The little girl seemed deeply displeased with the way he addressed her.
Li Ping'an smiled faintly. "Yes, my little one has always been very cute and sensible."
Zhou Youcai looked Li Ping'an up and down. He did not look like an ordinary mountain villager.
"I heard the news of the Zhou Family's joyous occasion and came uninvited to beg a cup of wedding wine."
"Hahaha, drink as much as you like, as much as you like."
Zhou Youcai did not recognize this former traveling companion at all.
He was already very old, though he had some cultivation.
But he had reached an age when one foot was in the grave, and his eyes were clouded and dim.
His memory had also declined somewhat.
Besides, more than a hundred years had passed. Even if he truly met one of his former companions,
he imagined that they ought to be as old as he was.
So he would never connect the man before him with a companion he had once traveled with.
"Allow me to offer you a toast, Master Zhou."
Li Ping'an gazed at his aged old friend before him, with no intention of revealing who he was.
He merely raised his cup, a touch of wistfulness on his face.
Zhou Youcai had intended to refuse. He had not drunk wine in a very long time.
In fact, his health no longer permitted him to drink.
Yet the sight of the man in blue