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"Hey! How can you afford such nice clothes if you're broke? Don't try to pull a fast one on me. Besides, you owe me a fish. Where are you going to catch one? There are some in this stream, but how do you plan to catch it?"
"Like this."
Cheng Yi used his toes to lift two small stones, casually throwing one of them into the water, creating a splash.
A sizable fish was startled and jumped out of the water. In an instant, the second stone flew out, hit a trunk on the opposite bank, and bounced back, striking the fish in its belly and knocking it over.
Cheng Yi reached out effortlessly to catch it.
"Here, take it."
Throughout the entire process, Shorty was in shock, his jaw nearly dropping to the ground.
"Ah~ Ah~ Oh my~"
Shorty excitedly pointed at the lake's surface and then at the fish, so overwhelmed he could barely speak.
"You wanted a fish, right? Here you go. Now we're even."
Finally regaining his ability to speak, Shorty exclaimed in astonishment, "Wow! How did you do that? How did you just wave your hand and have the fish in your grasp?!"
Cheng Yi's movements were quick; picking up stones and throwing them happened in one fluid motion. His actions were subtle, and everything occurred so rapidly.
To Shorty’s eyes, it seemed as if Cheng Yi simply waved his hand and the fish appeared in his grasp.
Such skills were simple for Cheng Yi; it was merely about controlling his strength. However, for him, it felt instinctual, while to an ordinary person, it would seem like an impossible miracle.
In the world we know, cutting a cucumber with playing cards is already considered Cow Coin.
Such mastery requires years of honing, and even then, it cannot guarantee a hundred percent accuracy or sufficient cutting power.
Even so, compared to casually tossing two small stones to knock fish onto the shore, it is merely child's play.
This is still at night; even if there is light, it is only the faint glow of the moon, which is already quite dim, let alone seeing the Swimming Fish in the water.
The reason he can achieve this ultimately lies in the wonders brought by the Natural Way.
The cultivation of the Natural Way brings not only an enhancement of physical abilities and an increase in lifespan but also a profound understanding of life and nature.
Literally speaking, he feels the Swimming Fish, the flowing water, the wind, and the trees. Thus, he can use these sensations to form a clear picture in his mind.
It's akin to playing a game where there are markers for force and direction; we just need to align ourselves with these markers to accomplish what is impossible in reality.
To elaborate, take Billiards Game as an example. It provides adjustments for the strength of your shot, direction, and extended lines.
Through those lines, you can clearly see where to hit and where the ball will go.
But in reality, are there such lines?
Yes, but they are merely products of your imagination. Moreover, controlling direction and force to perfection is challenging because your aim isn't precise enough and your grasp of strength isn't adequate.
For Cheng Yi, this essentially means that in reality, he can also utilize those kinds of lines.
How much strength to use and where to strike was clear, just like a player using cheats.
"Here, I've caught the fish for you. Now I can't say I drank for nothing."
Shorty also snapped out of the shock, looking at Cheng Yi's innocent expression. His eyes rolled as he devised a plan involving Heartache.
"Hehe! I was just joking with you; how could I be so serious? It's just a bit of fish soup. Don't say just one sip; even if I gave you the whole pot, it wouldn't matter."
"You didn't say that earlier," Cheng Yi replied with a skeptical look.
"Hehe, I was just teasing you. How could I make things difficult for someone over a little fish soup? Am I that petty?"
Well, it does seem like it.
"Come on, here’s a bowl for you, and some chopsticks. Eat the meat and drink the soup; make sure to eat plenty." Ignoring Cheng Yi's doubtful expression, Shorty enthusiastically handed over a worn-out bowl and chopsticks.
Cheng Yi reluctantly accepted the bowl and chopsticks while Shorty added more firewood to the flames.
The fire blazed brighter, and the aroma of the fish soup grew stronger.
Upon smelling this fragrance, Cheng Yi couldn't care less about his doubts; his mind was filled with that delicious scent.
Watching Cheng Yi enjoy his meal, Shorty smirked slyly.
"Little Fellow, what's your name?"
"Cheng Yi."
"Cheng Yi? What a strange name. Never mind. Do you think the fish soup I made is delicious?"
"Delicious, it's really good," Cheng Yi replied with certainty.
"In that case, would you like to be able to drink such delicious fish soup all the time in the future?"
"Yes."
Shorty smiled, looking as if a cunning plan had succeeded.
"However, do you know that this fish soup looks simple but is actually very difficult to make?"
Cheng Yi looked up, showing an expression of understanding.
"Of course, such delicious fish soup must require a complicated process."
"Exactly," Shorty said with a happy smile.
But inwardly, he was secretly laughing: Complicated my foot, I just added a little bit of that inside, hehe.
"You see, this shows that I'm a wanderer and very poor. Making this pot of fish soup used up all my savings for a year."
"Ah! That's so hard. Does that mean I can only drink it again after a year?" Cheng Yi showed a regretful expression.
"Actually, if you want to drink this fish soup every day, it's not difficult at all; you just need to help me with some things."
"What things?" Cheng Yi asked curiously.
Shorty had a sly grin on his face. "Hehe! You'll find out later. But enough about that, have some soup. Here, eat a piece of fish."
In the distance, Ye Mingshang twitched his nose, catching a peculiar aroma.
"This is... the scent of Poppy."
Ye Mingshang, well-versed in various matters, identified its essence just by the unique smell mixed with the spices.
Looking down, he noticed several indistinct footprints on the ground, small enough to fit in the palm of his hand.
"The footprints are still fresh; they just passed by. Given their size, it’s likely a child."
Suddenly, Li Mengyu thought of something and gasped slightly. "Poppy has a peculiar allure when added to food. Could it be that the child followed this scent?"
"Of course! That glutton can't resist such temptation. Let's go take a look," Ye Mingshang chuckled lightly, taking Mengyu's hand as they moved forward.
Before long, they reached a spot near the creek.
"Let's not rush out just yet; let's see what they're doing."
Ye Mingshang held Mengyu back, hiding in the trees as they watched Creekside happily eating under the gentle moonlight.
The aroma here was even more intense, clearly emanating from the pot of soup. (To be continued.)
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