CHAPTER 1701: CHAPTER 1701: WHY DOES THIS FEEL LIKE MEETING HER PARENTS?

Carson Flores cupped his hands in salute: "Yes, I have met the senior!"

Daniel Patel chuckled and said, "You saved Cristopher Hopkins, the entire Celestial Palace is very grateful to you. You look handsome and have righteous eyes, no wonder Cristopher hasn’t stopped talking about you since he returned..."

Carson felt a little embarrassed, and it was clear that Alfred Weaver didn’t expect him to say that right after they met, her face turned red instantly.

"Grandpa Patel, don’t talk nonsense! Who’s been talking about him!"

Daniel Patel replied with a beaming smile, "Yes, yes, my mistake. What I meant is that I’ve been thinking of him. Our entire Celestial Palace, countless Sects, virtually scoured the whole Immortal Domains and couldn’t find you. Yet this young fellow, who isn’t even an Immortal, managed to save you. I’ve been wanting to meet him for a long time."

Carson Flores smiled and said, "The senior is too kind. Although I did help her a bit, she has saved me many times as well. We help each other, I certainly saved her, but she has been a benefactor in my life. Without her, I wouldn’t have reached where I am today."

Daniel Patel laughed, "Not bad, young man, come on, no matter whose luck it was, today we have a feast!"

Daniel Patel led the two of them back to his secluded retreat, which was beneath a snow-covered peak, yet the scene on the mountain was completely different below.

The outer area was a meadow encircling the entire valley like a boundary line.

Outside was the icy winter, inside it was a warm spring.

Inside the meadow was an orchard, growing various fruit trees, some bearing fruit, with a faint aroma of fruit in the air, refreshing the mind.

Within the orchard were several vegetable patches, divided into different areas, growing various vegetables.

The soil in these vegetable patches was filled with rich Spiritual Energy, clearly specially cultivated Spirit Soil. These vegetables weren’t any special varieties, just the ordinary vegetables seen daily, but under the cultivation of Spirit Soil, they grew excellently.

The green bok choy, red tomatoes, deep purple eggplants, and so on, all were brimming with vibrant life.

The vegetables were arranged very neatly, looking across row by row, giving a very pleasant view.

Carson Flores’ eyes lit up. This was truly a paradise in the world.

For ordinary people, it’s simply impossible to achieve such results, but for Immortals, minor Formation, and Minor Magic Arts could easily accomplish it, the only requirement being dedication.

The old man is truly living his life like an ordinary person.

Speaking of which, reaching the Peak Heavenly Immortal, unable to find the opportunity for Ascension, is considered the peak of cultivation. Further cultivation is futile, leaving only the option to devote more time to other pursuits.

"Today, we’ll eat here, and I’ll cook!"

Carson Flores smiled and said, "I’ll help."

Daniel Patel turned to look at Carson Flores, "Can you cook?"

Carson Flores smiled and said, "My cooking skills are average, I just know how to cook."

Alfred Weaver exposed him, "Grandpa Patel, he’s lying to you. He’s a great cook and always carries cooking utensils to make delicious food for himself."

Daniel Patel laughed, "That’s nice. This fish is a bit special and needs to be prepared differently, otherwise, the Cold Ice Energy is too strong and could cause some harm to the body. I’ll cook the fish, and you make some vegetarian dishes. You can pick any vegetables from my garden."

Since Alfred Weaver had said so, Carson naturally couldn’t refuse. He smiled and said, "Alright, as long as the senior doesn’t mind if it’s not good."

Daniel Patel laughed, "If Cristopher says your cooking is good, it must be decent. Don’t worry, just cook. It’s just us, whether it’s good or bad, it doesn’t matter!"

Daniel Patel took the fish away to handle it, while Carson headed to the garden, with Alfred Weaver following him smilingly.

"What are you going to make?"

Carson Flores smiled and said, "What do you want to eat?"

Alfred Weaver replied with a smile, "I like whatever you cook."

Carson Flores turned his head to look at Alfred Weaver. She always had a smile on her face, with the demeanor of a girl next door, completely without the imposing presence of a Domain Master.

Carson Flores smiled and said, "If you don’t say, then I’ll just make anything."

"Okay, what should I pick? I’ll help."

Carson’s gaze swept across the garden, "Pick some bell peppers and a few eggplants. I’ll make stir-fried bell peppers and eggplants, a chilled tomato salad, and a green vegetable soup, along with the fish. It should be enough for the three of us."

"Alright, I’ll go pick the bell peppers then."

After the two finished picking the vegetables, Daniel Patel, still handling the fish, waved from a distance. A pile of snow on the Snow Peak exploded, and a piece of meat flew down the mountain, landing right in front of Carson.

"This is from a Spirit Deer I hunted earlier. Can’t finish it, so it’s frozen in the snow. You can use it to cook. Young people need to eat meat, not just vegetables. I also have some homemade wine; let’s drink a little later."

Carson looked at the large piece of venison in his hands and smiled, "Alright."

Carson simply took out his cooking utensils and skillfully began preparing dishes, while Daniel Patel, having finished preparing the fish, watched with a smile as Carson cooked, occasionally glancing at Cristopher Hopkins, the look in his eyes causing Carson’s heart to flutter.

Why does this feel like I’m meeting the family for the first time?