In the days that followed, Lin Feng produced a large batch of "happy water" and even more glass bottles.
He even tried to improve the recipe, adding some newly discovered wild fruit juices with special flavors to create some different "special drinks".
With potato chips, spicy strips, and "happy water" as his three "stay-at-home winter essentials," Lin Feng is filled with unprecedented anticipation for the long winter ahead.
One day, when he was in a particularly good mood after successfully making another batch of "happy water" with excellent flavor, he suddenly remembered the six women who were struggling in the cold wind.
He didn't intend to help them; he had no affection for those women.
He just... simply wanted to show off.
He wanted to show them that while they were struggling to survive for a bite to eat, he, Lin Feng, was already enjoying such "luxurious" modern civilization products in this wilderness.
It was a somewhat wicked thought, yet one that he found extremely pleasurable.
So he rode on his white moonlight, specially selecting what he considered to be the best-looking and most bubbly "happy water," and leisurely headed towards the lake where he had previously encountered the six women.
When he returned to the lake covered with a thin layer of ice, he indeed saw the figures of six women again.
Their condition was worse than before; they were all ragged, emaciated, and their eyes were filled with despair and numbness.
They were digging for frozen plant roots by the lake, or hoping to catch a small fish or two in the ice crevices.
When they saw Lin Feng appear leisurely on his magnificent white horse, a hint of fear and wariness flashed in the women's eyes, which then dimmed.
They no longer harbored any illusions about this man.
Lin Feng did not dismount; he simply watched them with a leisurely air, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Then, he took out the bottle of "happy water," a dark brown liquid containing fine bubbles, from his pocket.
Sunlight streamed through the glass bottle, making the mysterious liquid look exceptionally alluring.
"then."
Lin Feng spoke in a calm tone, with a hint of nonchalance, and casually tossed the glass bottle toward Qin Lan, who was closest to him.
Qin Lan almost instinctively reached out her frozen, stiff hands and somewhat flusteredly caught the cold, smooth object.
Upon handling the bottle, the first sensation was the unique, cool, and hard feel of glass, which gave her a sudden jolt.
This material... this smoothness... in this primitive wilderness where even decent pottery is difficult to make, the value and difficulty of making such a glass bottle are no less than a legendary artifact!
The other women were immediately drawn in and gathered around, their eyes fixed on the bottle in Qin Lan's hand.
“This…this is…” Su Wanqing’s lips trembled slightly. She came from a privileged background and was very knowledgeable. She recognized at a glance that this was definitely a glass product.
But it was precisely because she recognized it that she was even more shocked. In modern society, a glass bottle is nothing special, but here, it represents an almost impossible level of craftsmanship!
Qian Xiaoxiao, Ruan Mengtian, Shen Jiaqi, and even Tang Bao, who was usually the most timid and cowardly, all widened their eyes and held their breath at this moment.
They may not fully understand the complexities of glassmaking, but they can intuitively sense that this bottle is unique.
It seemed so out of place with everything around it, so...exquisite, so "civilized".
However, when their gaze shifted from the bottle itself to the dark brown liquid inside, and the tiny, lively bubbles constantly rising from it, an even stronger and more incredible thought exploded in their minds like a thunderclap!
This color... these bubbles... this way of serving...
"No...impossible..." Qian Xiaoxiao's voice trembled with disbelief. She subconsciously took half a step back, as if she had seen some illusion beyond her comprehension.
Su Wanqing's pupils suddenly contracted. She stared intently at the bottle of liquid, and a crazy yet incredibly clear name surfaced in her mind.
She reached out, her fingertips trembling as she wanted to touch the bottle, yet hesitated.
"Is this...is this Coca-Cola?"
Tang Bao asked in a soft, uncertain voice, almost like she was talking in a dream.
Her words were like a spell, instantly freezing everyone in a state of utter shock.
Coca Cola!
This is a drink that is commonplace and ordinary in their original world.
This represents modern industrial civilization, and represents a convenient, inexpensive, and readily available "source of happiness".
How did it end up here?!
Appearing in this primitive wilderness where people live by hunting and gathering, barely surviving?!
Moreover, it was in such a perfect form—packaged in a glass bottle, bubbling away!
In an instant, the women felt as if their brains had been struck by a heavy hammer, all their thoughts came to a standstill, leaving only endless absurdity and intense cognitive dissonance.
“Mr. Lin... Mr. Lin Feng... this... is…”
Qin Lan's voice was extremely hoarse. She struggled to lift her head and look at the indifferent man on horseback. Her eyes were filled with shock and confusion more intense than ever before, as well as a trace of... deep-seated fear.
If Lin Feng's hunting skills, building abilities, and taming of divine steeds had already left them far behind, then...
At this moment, the appearance of this bottle of "Coca-Cola" completely shattered their last remaining preconceived notions about the world and about Lin Feng.
This isn't just about superior survival skills; this is... this is something only a god could do!
This is creation out of thin air! This is a complex product of modern industry being forcibly replicated in an era that does not belong to it!
"How...how could a man...make Coca-Cola here?"
Ruan Mengtian muttered to herself in a daze, feeling as if her worldview was collapsing.
She couldn't imagine how much mysterious knowledge or how many incredible materials one would need to recreate this flavor in this desolate land.
Su Wanqing took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, but her voice still carried undisguised shock: "We all know that Coca-Cola's formula is a highly confidential trade secret, and it requires a variety of specific flavorings, caramel coloring, and... and carbon dioxide to produce bubbles... How could these things be found here? And how could one person... independently manufacture them?"
The more she spoke, the greater her horror became.
She even began to suspect that Lin Feng in front of her might be some kind of scientific fanatic with supernatural powers, or simply some unknown being in human form.
Qian Xiaoxiao looked completely dazed; she had completely lost the ability to think.
Jealousy, resentment, scheming... all seem so pale, powerless, and laughable in the face of this bottle of Coca-Cola.
She couldn't even muster the slightest thought of possessing it, because the very existence of this thing had already exceeded the scope of her desires and entered the realm of "miracle".
Looking at their collective silence and shattered worldview, Lin Feng felt an indescribable sense of pleasure.
That's exactly the effect he wanted.
He smiled faintly, his tone as casual as if he were discussing a trivial matter: "Oh, you mean this? It's nothing, I was just bored and made some 'happy water' to quench my thirst. As for whether it's the 'Coca-Cola' you're talking about, I don't know, but it probably... tastes similar?"
"Just doing it for fun?"
"They taste about the same, right?"
These seemingly casual words, like a bombshell, once again stirred up a tidal wave in the hearts of women.
They weren't fools. The shape of the bottle, the color of the liquid, the iconic bubbles, and the taste they were about to identify through their sense of smell and taste... everything clearly pointed to that name.
Lin Feng's attitude of "I don't know, I just did it casually" further highlights his mystery and power, elevating him to a level that can only be admired from afar.
This is a realm that ordinary people cannot reach!
With trembling hands, Qin Lan carefully pulled off the stopper made of balsam pine.
"Pop!"
A soft but clear sound of gas escaping rang out.
Immediately afterwards, a rich aroma, sweet with caramel, mixed with wisps of familiar spices, and that slightly stimulating "carbonation" unique to carbonated drinks, wafted out.
This is the taste!
Just from the smell, several women's eyes turned red.
This taste, which they thought they would never have the chance to taste again and which represented the beautiful times of the past, was now so real and lingering around their noses!
Qin Lan's hands trembled even more violently. She brought the bottle to her lips and, with an almost reverent devotion, took a small sip.
A cool liquid with a familiar sweet taste slid into my mouth.
Next comes the sensation of countless tiny bubbles bursting on the tip of the tongue and the inside of the mouth—a tingling, pleasurable, and stimulating feeling!
Then there was that complex and harmonious aroma that defied precise description, yet was deeply etched into their taste memories—the sweetness of caramel, the softness of vanilla, the freshness of citrus, and a few subtle, mysterious spices…
"It's...it's true...it really tastes like Coca-Cola..."
Qin Lan's eyes instantly welled up with tears, and two streams of hot tears uncontrollably slid down her haggard face.
This is not just a simple delicacy, it is... it is a token from the past, the twilight of civilization, a sliver of impossible solace in a desolate wasteland!
She couldn't resist taking another big gulp, letting the cool, bubbly "fairy dew" slide down her parched throat and into her hungry stomach.
In that instant, she felt a strange warmth flowing into her body, which had become numb and sluggish due to long-term malnutrition and mental stress, and every cell in her body was cheering with joy.
"Give it to me...let me have a taste!" Tang Bao couldn't hold back any longer. She stretched out her little hand, staring longingly at the bottle in Qin Lan's hand, her mouth practically watering.
Qin Lan snapped out of her daze and looked at the extremely eager expressions on the faces of the women around her. She hesitated for a moment, but finally handed over the "happy water" that was only half full.
Tang Bao snatched the bottle and, disregarding any ladylike image, took a big gulp straight from the bottle opening.
"Wow! It tastes so good! It really is cola! It's cola!"
The little girl was so happy she almost cried. She drank and cheered incoherently, her face showing the most radiant and pure smile she had ever had in a long time.
That long-lost, familiar sweet taste made her instantly forget her hunger, cold, fear, and despair.
Soon, after several women scrambled for it and took turns tasting it, a bottle of "wilderness version Coca-Cola," which they considered to be nectar, was completely empty.
Everyone licked their lips with lingering satisfaction, their eyes filled with shock, satisfaction, disappointment, and... utmost awe at Lin Feng's unfathomable strength.
Su Wanqing held the empty glass bottle, her fingers gently tracing the smooth, hard surface. Her heart was no longer filled with simple shock, but with a sense of bewilderment akin to the collapse and rebuilding of faith.
She looked at the man on horseback who remained calm and composed, and asked in a dry and hoarse voice, "Lin Feng... Mr.... who... who exactly are you? Why... are you able to do all this?"
She asked the question that was on everyone's mind.
They would no longer naively believe that Lin Feng was just an ordinary man with strong survival skills.
To be able to independently manufacture glass bottles in this environment and replicate a complex modern industrial beverage like Coca-Cola—even with slight differences in taste—is essentially a miracle.
What kind of profound knowledge, what kind of incredible hands-on skills, and what kind of unbelievable resource acquisition methods are required for this?
Looking at their complex expressions—a mixture of disorientation, shattered values, and a hint of pilgrimage in their eyes—Lin Feng felt a great sense of satisfaction from "showing off."
That's exactly the effect he wanted—to make them understand that the difference between them and him is like heaven and earth, like mortals and gods.
A faint, enigmatic smile played on his lips as he spoke casually: "Me? I am Lin Feng. As for these things... you wouldn't understand even if I explained. Wait until you're no longer hungry before you start thinking about these 'whys'."
Having said that, he ignored the women who were still deeply immersed in the shock. He gently tugged the reins, and the White Moonlight let out a clear neigh, taking elegant and agile steps as it turned and drove away with him.
Wangcai followed happily beside them, occasionally glancing back at the women standing blankly by the lake, his dog eyes carrying a hint of...confusion and "you're so pitiful."
Soon, the figures of a man, a horse, and a dog disappeared into the gray, snowy depths of the forest, leaving behind only six women by the lake, each with a different expression and turbulent thoughts.
In their hands, they tightly clutched the empty glass bottle, which still emitted a faint lingering scent of Coca-Cola.
In their eyes, this bottle was no longer a simple container; it was more like an incomprehensible "sacred object."
“He…he’s not human…” Qian Xiaoxiao slumped onto the cold snow, her eyes vacant, muttering to herself, “Is he a god…or a devil?”
"Perhaps... he is the god of this new world."
Qin Lan gazed in the direction where Lin Feng had disappeared, her voice carrying a complex mix of emotions that were hard to describe—awe, fear, and a faint glimmer of hope that even she herself was unwilling to admit.
Su Wanqing pursed her lips tightly, remaining silent. But the shock she felt was stronger than anyone else's.
Lin Feng's words, "Wait until you're no longer hungry before you start thinking about these 'whys'," were like the sharpest knife, piercing her pride.
Yes, they can't even guarantee their most basic survival, so what right do they have to explore the secrets of "gods"?
This bottle of "impossible" Coca-Cola completely changed how they viewed Lin Feng.
He was no longer just a powerful survivor, but more like a transcendent being who possessed power and knowledge beyond their comprehension, and who stood above all the rules of this wilderness.
The distance between them and him had become so vast that it was a despairing prospect.
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