Living With My Lady Boss

Under the setting sun, the white carp wriggled in Wilbur's hands, sending golden droplets flying through the air. Wilbur turned to the middle-aged man and said, "Sir, I've caught the third fish."

The man looked at Wilbur without uttering a word.

Seeing this, Wilbur quickly removed the carp from the hook and placed it in the bucket with the other two fish he had caught earlier in the day. Now, the bucket held three fish.

Wilbur carried the bucket over to the man, set it down in front of him, and said, "Sir, take a look. Here are the three fish you asked for."

The man gazed into the bucket at the three swimming fish. The splashing water caused by their movements caught his attention. After a moment, he moved his lips and said, "It seems this is fate. The heavens are giving you an opportunity."

Hearing this, Wilbur felt a surge of joy. He realized that he had spent the entire day fishing and had only encountered this middle-aged man. Considering that they were in the seventh level of the magical tower's illusion, if there had been any other opponents, they should have appeared by now. But for the whole day, no one else had shown up.

This could only mean one thing: the man before him was the formidable presence of the seventh level. The man had concealed his aura so well that Wilbur had mistaken him for an ordinary person.

In the magical tower, anyone appearing on the seventh level must possess great strength. If Wilbur could avoid a battle and still win, that would be ideal. The man's initial request for Wilbur to fish seemed to have a deeper purpose, possibly wanting to impart some wisdom or knowledge.

Great cultivators typically do not share their secrets lightly. Even when taking on disciples, they often look for fated opportunities. This might be such a chance for Wilbur. Since encountering the Nine Dragons Cauldron, Wilbur had begun to value these rare opportunities highly. Reflecting on his journey, he understood the importance of seizing every fortuitous encounter.

The middle-aged man then said, "Come on, bring the fish and follow me home. Tonight, I'll make you fresh fish soup."

"Alright," Wilbur agreed.

Having gone hungry all day, Wilbur's stomach growled with anticipation. He picked up the bucket and followed the man for several miles until they reached a small wooden house. The man told Wilbur that this was his home.

Taking out a key, the man unlocked the door and invited Wilbur in. Wilbur looked around, noticing how familiar the surroundings felt, yet he knew there had been no wooden house in Vicente's immortal realm.

Why did a wooden house appear here?

While the scene resembled Vicente's immortal realm exactly, this small wooden house was the only unfamiliar element.

By now, the sky had turned completely dark. The man entered the wooden house, turned on the lights, and then came back out to see Wilbur still standing there, dazed. Smiling, he called out, "Hey, kiddo. Why are you standing there like an idiot? Bring the fish over so I can make that fresh fish soup for you."noveldrama

"Oh, right," Wilbur snapped out of his thoughts, carrying the bucket into the house. The man spent an hour in the kitchen, cooking, and finally brought out a steaming pot of fish soup.

"Here you go, fresh fish soup. Eat up, kid," the man said, setting the pot on the table.

"Thank you, sir," Wilbur said.

He took a piece of fish and tasted it, finding the flavor delightful. He exclaimed excitedly, "Sir, this fish soup you made is delicious!"

"If you like it, eat more. Don't be shy. Enjoy," the man encouraged.

"Alright," Wilbur responded.

They both ate heartily for nearly half an hour, finishing the entire pot of fish soup. Wilbur drank the last drop, then set down his bowl, feeling thoroughly satisfied. "That was amazing," he said.

The middle-aged man, picking his teeth with a toothpick, smiled and said, "You silly boy. Tasty, wasn't it? After all these years, you're the first person from the lower dimensions to taste my cooking."