Chapter 308: The Gramophone's New Skill
An old man who was farming said Little Gen's golden juice looked terrible.
Little Gen was clearly unhappy.
"Old sir, this ladleful may not look like much, but if you spread it properly, it's enough to fertilize one-sixth of an acre. If you still think it isn't enough, I can give you the whole bucket. But I don't like hearing you casually call it terrible. Do you even know what Daoist Path I cultivate?"
The old man smiled. "What else could you be? Judging by your outfit, you are obviously a Gold Cultivator."
Little Gen froze. Gold Cultivators were rare enough, yet this old man had recognized him at a glance.
"Since you know I am a Gold Cultivator, you are still saying my golden juice looks terrible?"
"I meant exactly what I said. Terrible quality. Your golden juice doesn't even have a smell."
As the old man spoke, he reached out and touched the golden juice in the ladle.
Little Gen quickly pulled the ladle back. "Old sir, you can't touch this. It won't be easy to wash off."