Discussing Cultivation

The antenna was looking around, obviously curious and a little scared.

Lin Jin had sat down.

As the place was abandoned, the house was too dilapidated to enter so he and Old Taoist sat in the yard, using rocks as stools. Neither minded it. 

There was a stump with several dishes laid on top. Only the braised meat was in a bowl while the others were placed on oil papers or leaves. Looks like this old Taoist was quite particular when it came to eating. Even in such a situation, he managed to gather so much food.

And there was wine too.

There was a bottle of aged liquor open, its divine fragrance filling the air.

Old Taoist grabbed a clean ceramic bowl and filled it for Lin Jin.

"Appraiser Lin, there isn't much that I can offer. If you'd like, you can try some of these dishes and this wine," Old Taoist Wu Qian offered graciously.

He knew that if Curator was here instead, he wouldn't be able to be this relaxed and unreserved.