Becoming the Richest by Farming
Chapter 220: Following Brother Si, I’ve learned a lot_1

In the wilderness, she was like a fresh and tender flower bud.

Geoffrey Hann momentarily felt that Professor Ellen Young was very charming, but the thought of her identity struck him like a blow.

Moreover, with a fierce and terrifying figure glaring at him from behind, he wouldn’t dare harbor any improper intentions towards Ellen Young even if he had the courage of ten leopards.

Ruffy Smith felt that Geoffrey Hann was ungrateful.

What an excuse he could come up with.

Indeed, tomorrow was his birthday—his Gregorian calendar birthday.

One should know that Sina people generally celebrate their lunar birthday rather than their Gregorian one.

Considering how he’d deal with him later, Ellen Young had already opened her mouth indifferently, "So, how does this relate to me? Are you hoping your teacher will give you a birthday gift?"

A stranger asking for a birthday gift.

Although they were all students she had taught, had anyone seen her bother with each one’s birthday every year?

The fact remained unchanged even with Geoffrey Hann coming up to her.

Ruffy Smith: "..."

Tsk.

He couldn’t help but let out a noticeable laugh, and Geoffrey Hann found Ellen Young’s heartless demeanor tear-inducing, "I... could I have the honor of having the teacher cook a meal for me? Just cooking as you normally do would be fine. I’ve seen it on TV, and I’ve longed for your culinary skills. Please, teacher, for the sake of my birthday tomorrow and my departure the day after, eating a meal that you’ve made would be my biggest birthday wish this year!!"

Ellen Young: "..."

Ruffy Smith: "..."

Seeing Geoffrey Hann almost on the verge of kneeling and hugging Ellen Young’s legs to cry, even Ruffy Smith wanted to ask when his skin had become so thick?

It was just a meal, and if word got out, those who didn’t know might think that the young master Hann had never seen the broader world.

Of course, Ruffy Smith also knew why he was so insistent. While he would simply post an Instagram story, it was different for Geoffrey Hann; if he had a meal with Ellen Young, the news could spread across his entire active social circle the next day.

Ellen Young thought it over. After all, it was just cooking, and he was already here, almost in tears—it was no trouble at all.

She wasn’t a heartless person, and if fulfilling such a humble wish of a student was no big deal, why not?

She had to help anyway.

She uttered a "Fine" and turned to walk away.

Seeing Ellen Young agree, the smile on Ruffy Smith’s face gradually stiffened, and the cigarette in his hand was also pinched out and discarded.

Indeed, it was a move he hadn’t anticipated.

"My God, is this for real?"

Geoffrey Hann, appearing to be moved to tears, waved at Ellen Young’s departing figure and couldn’t stop fawning, "Teacher, take your time, tomorrow..."

"What are you doing tomorrow?"

With a voice as chilling as the shadow of death, Geoffrey Hann stiffened his back, then turned around to see Ruffy Smith, his face somewhat dark, and let out a nervous chuckle, "Brother Ruffy, this is good news. I’m creating an opportunity for you. Wouldn’t I invite you to my birthday?"

Ruffy Smith narrowed his eyes, his fingers tracing around Geoffrey’s neck, his deep voice carrying a chilling, blade-like threat, "When did your skin get so thick?"

Geoffrey Hann recoiled, feeling as though he was being touched by a poisonous snake, as if it might bite him harshly at any moment, and tremblingly replied, "It’s not a matter of when; it’s just that since I’ve been here, following you, I’ve had some new realizations."

He still dared to speak.

Yet, the listener didn’t seem all that pleased.

Ruffy Smith chuckled.

Such a pleasant laughter, like the moving chords of music.

However, the next moment, the mountain slope echoed with Geoffrey Hann’s desperate screams.