Farming Games are All About Grinding
Chapter 323 - 314: Enjoy

Chapter 323: Chapter 314: Enjoy

"Drive slower and stay safe." Han Qiwu finished speaking and hung up the phone, jogging away from the miniature forest and heading into the kitchen to fry eggs, heat up milk, and plate a small dish of pickled chili bamboo shoots.

He originally planned to make some noodles, but time was tight, so he decided to let her have a couple of fried eggs as a quick fix.

After finishing these, he stepped into the yard and used the camouflage feature to transform it into a scene with only ten strawberry seedlings and a small chicken coop. To make it more convincing, he brought out the only two hens—a speckled rooster and a green-earth hen—and set them on the ground to peck at feed.

Perfect.

Next, he took out a portion of frozen maple syrup and tossed it into the nearby spring.

The caramel-colored frozen maple syrup melted instantly upon contact with the spring water, wrapping around the neighboring pebbles for a few seconds before vanishing, fully integrating into the springwater.

[Frozen maple syrup absorbed. Spring special effect upgraded to generate 4.6 portions of springwater per day, upgrade effect effective tomorrow]

Another boost of 0.5—so satisfying.

What a pity he didn’t manage to obtain any poplar sap when chopping down those poplar trees earlier; otherwise, it might have reached 5 portions!

But the wood drop rate for poplar trees was still exceedingly high—25 poplar trees yielded a total of 56 portions of wood and 2 poplar seedlings.

If calculated based on the merchant’s rates, today’s haul of 63 pieces of wood was worth 2,520 gold.

"A single piece of wood sells for 40 gold. With 750 pieces, I’d break even. Judging by today’s efficiency, that’d take just over ten days." Han Qiwu was in a good mood.

This doesn’t even factor in the gains from the seedlings and frozen syrup.

Moreover, the spider puppets could collect fertilizer and fallen leaves from these trees as well!

What a haul!

One minute later, the sound of a car pulling up outside echoed through the yard.

Already stationed by the door, Han Qiwu opened it and greeted Tang Qingying with a smile.

"I’m starving—starving to death!" Tang Qingying exclaimed, carrying a large shopping bag as she descended from the car, grumbling all the way.

Han Qiwu quickly approached, taking the shopping bag off her hands while saying, "I’ve fried eggs, heated up milk, and prepared pickled chili bamboo shoots. Come on in and eat."

"Fried eggs? Pickled chili bamboo shoots? Did you start raising chickens?" Tang Qingying instinctively swallowed.

Sour and spicy flavors always work up an appetite.

"Yup, come in and see for yourself," Han Qiwu chuckled, carrying the shopping bag into the house.

Following behind him, Tang Qingying spoke while washing her hands, "I figured shopping in town was inconvenient, especially with summer coming soon, so I picked up a few things for you. Use them as you see fit."

Han Qiwu glanced at the shopping bag—its contents were abundant and diverse.

Tang Qingying had been thoughtful.

"I bought some bread on the way here this morning, but I couldn’t eat even half a slice." Tang Qingying pulled out a bag of sliced bread from her purse, then picked up chopsticks and sampled the egg on top.

Worried Tang Qingying might still be hungry, Han Qiwu had deliberately fried three eggs, stacking them neatly into a visually appealing pile.

Two bites in, Tang Qingying’s eyes lit up.

These were the best fried eggs she’d ever had.

Even though the eggs were cooked a little too long, their rich flavor was so pronounced that it almost felt surreal.

After finishing the eggs in two quick bites, her stomach instantly calmed.

"There’s sliced bread? You should try the raspberry jam I made," Han Qiwu said with a smile, heading to the fridge to retrieve the jam.

He spread a layer of raspberry jam evenly over a piece of bread.

The subtle aroma of fresh fruit quickly filled the air, capturing Tang Qingying’s attention.

"This jam looks so beautiful," Tang Qingying said, swallowing hard.

Han Qiwu handed her the jam-covered bread with a smile. "Try it—if you like it, take the jar home."

Tang Qingying eagerly grabbed the bread and took a big bite.

The sweet-tart raspberry jam perfectly balanced the bread’s slight acidity, enhancing its soft texture while highlighting its subtle wheat aroma.

Perfection.

"This is incredible!" Tang Qingying exclaimed after finishing the bread in three quick bites, gazing at Han Qiwu in contentment.

She’d bought this particular bread many times before and knew its taste well, but without the jam, she might struggle to eat even one or two slices with milk.

With this jam, however, she could easily devour the whole loaf!

"Glad you like it. Have a few more slices. You can take the jar with you later," Han Qiwu said, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

But Tang Qingying flashed a sly smile, shaking her head. "I’ll take the jam, but I don’t want to keep eating bread! I don’t visit often—you can’t just feed me bread."

"Alright, what else are you craving?" Han Qiwu leaned back in his chair with a grin.

"Meat!" Tang Qingying declared decisively, reaching for the milk.

"Hold on, I’ll add some ice cubes," Han Qiwu said, reaching out to intercept Tang Qingying’s milk glass. In the process, he accidentally grabbed her wrist.

In an instant, Tang Qingying’s face flushed bright red, spreading from her cheeks to her ears.

Han Qiwu could feel the silky smoothness of her skin, softer than fine silk fabric.

His mind went blank for a moment.

Several seconds passed.

"Your face..." Han Qiwu stammered.

"Looks like a red apple?" Tang Qingying blurted out, inexplicably following his lead.

Han Qiwu: "..."

The two locked eyes and burst into laughter.

Taking advantage of the moment, Han Qiwu quickly withdrew his hand, feeling an inexplicable sense of loss.

"Ahem, try this," Han Qiwu said, standing up to retrieve frozen maple syrup. He hastily dropped three ice shards into the milk.

"What’s this?" Tang Qingying, still feeling flushed and scatterbrained, followed his lead and asked.

After reading so many books, she was beginning to understand what this feeling was.

"You’ll see for yourself." Han Qiwu took a deep breath and answered.

Tang Qingying nodded and lifted the milk glass for a sip.

The slightly chilled liquid didn’t feel overly smooth but carried a hint of stimulation.

Her tongue first picked up the sweet maple flavor, which instantly lifted her mood. This was followed by a rich burst of dairy, making her squint with happiness.

It was delicious!

Why does everything at Han Qiwu’s house taste so amazing?!

Every visit leaves her reluctant to leave...

"How is it? Pretty good, huh?" Han Qiwu said with a smile.

Tang Qingying nodded repeatedly and took another sip.

After finishing the milk, her stomach felt half-full, and her playful mood resurfaced. "How about we go fishing? It’s cloudy today—perfect weather for it."

"Sure, I need to practice anyway. Mr. Huang even gave me an invitation to the Fishing King competition last time!" Han Qiwu said with a laugh. "How about we have roasted meat and grilled fish by the sea for lunch? I caught a river hake yesterday."

"Sounds great!" Tang Qingying said eagerly, swallowing hard.