Jiang Dali let out a noise from his nose, sat on the chair with a golden knife, casually took the teacup, sipped a mouthful of strong tea, then placed the teacup on his leg, holding it single-handedly for play.
His gaze fell on Wen Chouchou, standing respectfully beside him, with an expression of reverence, and he spoke with a half-smile.
"Wen Chouchou, we have met several times, and today I'm willing to accept you. Do you know which aspect of your ability I value?"
Wen Chouchou cautiously paired his smile with careful words, "Village chief, your wisdom and divine strength are unparalleled. Being accepted by you is my lifelong fortune. As for my minor abilities, if the village chief values them, it's my fortunate fate. I dare not flaunt my abilities before you, but only serve to the best of my ability, ensuring not to disappoint the village chief."
