"Little brat, by the time you read this letter, your master will no longer be on Niutou Mountain. You don't need to look for me. Because I'm going to slay a dragon!"
"Oh... right, just to mention, a real dragon!"
On Niutou Mountain, halfway up the mountain, in a farmhouse courtyard, a young man wearing a red vest on his upper body and shorts on his lower body held a crumpled piece of paper.
Soon, his clear and handsome face showed a hint of anger. "Slay a dragon, slay what? What era is this, filled with all these fake, hollow things!"
"I think he's secretly gone down the mountain to meet that widow Xu from Xiaohe Village! I'm not going to ruin your good time!"
"Tch..."
Chen Fan spat, his eyes darting across the paper, reading at lightning speed.
The last few lines on the creased paper made him almost jump out of his skin.
"What the hell! I've been on this Niutou Mountain for nearly fifteen years, and I rarely see any women. How did a marriage engagement come about?"
Chen Fan naturally didn't believe it.
But soon, he had to believe it, because in the wooden box to his left lay a stack of old wedding invitations, looking about his age. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
They were indeed wedding invitations, with his name on them!
Good heavens... this is for real?
Chen Fan felt that the information today was a bit too much. He pinched the bridge of his nose hard and took a deep breath.
"Calm down, calm down, this is a prank..."
Chen Fan knew his eccentric master all too well. He never spoke seriously, was always erratic, like a madman.
What was most frustrating was that he had actually been raised by this madman!
Every day, he was made to study things that were out of touch with society, such as medicine and martial arts... Although, thinking about it, martial arts were somewhat useful in the mountains and countryside. As for medicine, he had treated plenty of sows in the surrounding villages, and his skills were absolutely top-notch.
Chen Fan calmed down and cooked meals for two. By evening, the old eccentric hadn't returned. Usually, the old man was very eager for meals, but today he was nowhere to be seen.
Damn him, did this old man really abandon him and run off?
He waited for two days. Chen Fan couldn't wait any longer and temporarily chose to believe.
He decided to go down the mountain to find this old eccentric...
When he opened the box where he kept his private savings, he was stunned... all the red banknotes had vanished, leaving only a dozen solitary coins.
"You old scoundrel, Chen Fan and you are irreconcilable!"
...
Two days later, Chen Fan left the mountain and arrived at the town.
He had been traveling and was hungry, so he picked a noodle shop with a bright red sign.
The sign looked old and worn, suggesting it might be relatively cheaper.
Chen Fan hadn't been completely out of touch with society during his years on the mountain; he often came down. However, the furthest he had ever gone was to the county town.
As for Lin City, mentioned in the letter, it should be a big city...
"Boss, a bowl of noodles!"
Chen Fan sat at a table outside the Red Noodle Shop, flinging his arm arrogantly.
He ate a bowl of noodles as if it were a delicacy.
"Want an egg?" asked the middle-aged owner with a fleshy face.
"Does it cost money?" Chen Fan retorted.
"Yes..." The middle-aged owner was a bit speechless. What do you think?
"Then no egg!"
The middle-aged owner's mouth twitched at the sound, and several dark lines immediately appeared on his forehead.
What a little scoundrel, a little punk...
Before long, the owner brought over a bowl of tomato and egg noodles.
Just as Chen Fan was about to dig in, a luxurious car, not belonging to the town, pulled up...