A'niu knew in his heart that Li Ming and Rong Xiaohua had come to his cabin in search of the magical liquid.
All this could have been Li Dahai's plan.
After all, it had been a long time since Li Dahai had shown his face in the village.
No one knew what kind of scheme he was brewing all this time.
A'niu said expressionlessly, "You'll have to ask the heavens about that."
"The heavens?" Li Ming looked bewildered.
"Yeah, why don't you ask the heavens why the fruit grown on my land is so delicious," A'niu said flippantly.
"..."
"A'niu, don't joke with me," Li Ming said.
Rong Xiaohua pricked up her ears to listen to their conversation.
The early winter night revealed a hint of chill.
"I'm not in the mood for jokes, but if you really want to know the secret, I might tell you," A'niu whispered mysteriously.
"What secret?" Li Ming asked eagerly.
Rong Xiaohua, unable to hear clearly, was anxious and slowly moved closer to the two men.