Chapter 2140: The Magical Daily Life of the Bountiful Farm 11

Moonlight gently showered in front of the farm's wooden cottage. The night wind carried the fresh scent of plants, mingling with the faint glow of fireflies in the distance.

Lin Mian and Jin Chen moved the wooden table into the courtyard, where it was piled high with dried stargrass, lavender, chamomile, and a few sprigs of fresh rosemary.

The black cat crouched at the table corner, its tail held high, purple eyes fixed on the fireflies fluttering among the grass.

It suddenly leapt out, its paw pads patting the grass with a faint rustle, but the fireflies lightly dodged, drawing a golden line before its nose, prompting it to emit an unwilling gurgling sound from its throat.

"Ah!"

Ling Gun Gun rudely let out a mocking sound, then in the blink of an eye snatched a carrot to use as a chew stick.

"When grinding, use a light touch—don't crush the fragrance out of the stargrass!"

Grum directed, sitting beside the cherry jam jar nearby, his short legs dangling in the air as he swayed.

He held a wooden spoon almost as long as his arm, scooping the deep-red jam from the jar into his mouth, his cheeks smeared ruby-red, looking just like a ripe berry.

Suddenly, Grum leaned over to reach the rosemary at the table corner; the wooden spoon clanged "clang" against the jar's rim, and he nearly toppled in.

Jin Chen, quick-eyed and quick-handed, steadied the jar and lifted him up.

"Careful, or you'll become a cherry‑jam‑filled dwarf."

"Oh, thank you, you impolite youngster."

Grum jumped up twice in anger.

Jin Chen casually broke the rosemary sprig into two sections, wiped it across Lin Mian's hand, and placed it in the mortar.

The herbs were ground in the mortar into fine green powder; the stargrass powder emitted a faint silver glow, mixing with the purple of lavender and the white of chamomile.

Jin Chen sat in the rattan chair beside him, his long fingers weaving night‑blooming jasmine and evening primrose into a wreath; occasionally he lifted his gaze to Lin Mian, his jade‑green pupils reflecting the moonlight.

At this moment, Lin Mian usually didn't want to meet his eyes.

The night's elf seemed even more charming than by day, enough to make one's face flush and heart race.

How could Jin Chen possibly miss that his wife was doing this on purpose?

"Do it like this." Jin Chen suddenly leaned forward, enveloping Lin Mian with the natural scent of sandalwood.

He grasped Lin Mian's wrist to adjust the rhythm, his hair brushing over Lin Mian's flushed ear tip, "Don't use too much force."

At that moment the black cat was chasing a firefly onto the wooden table, its paw pads knocking over the bamboo sieve holding the chamomile.

Without turning his head, Jin Chen hooked a finger, and a breeze blew up to support the sieve about to tip over, settling it steadily back on the table.

Lin Mian eased up, then tossed the black cat off the table.

"All right." As Jin Chen stepped back, he placed the finished wreath on Lin Mian's head.

Milky white and pale purple flowers twined into a crown, with trailing vines dotted with stargrass.

He then put one on himself, leaned over to ask Lin Mian, the corner of his mouth lifting in a faint smile, "Sleepy, does it look good?"

Lin Mian gazed at the person beneath the moonlight and suddenly held his breath.

Jin Chen's forehead fringe was lifted by the night wind, revealing a smooth brow; the wreath flowed with luster through his hair, making him seem like a deity stepped out of an ancient Western mural.

And when those jade eyes looked his way, Lin Mian clearly saw his own reflection in their depths.

Strands of hair clung to grass blades, his cheeks flushed faintly from the night dew, like a clumsily growing wild rose beside a divine altar.

"Nice."

Lin Mian heard his own voice sound a little hoarse; flustered, he seized the mortar and kept grinding, the herbal fragrance growing richer with each motion, yet unable to quell the scorching heat at his ear tips.

Grum yawned while clutching the empty wooden spoon: "Young elves just love to cause trouble; we're making these wreaths for our beloved…"

Before he could finish, Ling Gun Gun tossed a tablecloth over his head, and with a "plop" he fell headfirst into the cherry‑jam jar.

"If it looks good, why aren't you looking at me?"

Jin Chen pinched the wreath on Lin Mian's head, then poked his shoulder, practically taking the phrase 'give an inch, take a mile' to the extreme.

Lin Mian was successfully provoked.

He cupped Jin Chen's face and squeezed, pressing down his earlier thoughts: "No more fooling around—it looks great, really great, okay?"

Jin Chen's handsome face was squeezed into a distorted expression; he hurriedly nodded, his words muffled: "... Okay!"

Their faces drew close; Jin Chen lowered his head to rub Lin Mian's nose tip, "Let go, you're wrong."

Lin Mian ruffled his hair, shifted the stool a bit, and continued making the sachets.

【Villain Heartthrob Value detected +8, total now 21!】

Jin Chen chuckled, propping his chin on one hand as he watched him, occasionally adding a bit of the elves' blessing magic to the mortar.

When the night grew deeper, the five finished sachets were laid out in the moonlight, each plump with sleep‑inducing herbs and magic.

Jin Chen's fingers still twined with the vine from the wreath, while Lin Mian, who had been crafting the whole time, was fumigated by stargrass and grew drowsy, his vision blurring as he slumped forward several times.

When the crafting was finally done, Lin Mian was so sleepy he keeled over to the side.

After Jin Chen adjusted his sitting posture, this time Lin Mian finally fell accurately into his arms.

Jin Chen lightly wrapped his arms around Lin Mian's waist, reached to tousle the bangs on his forehead, and whispered tentatively, "Sleepy."

"... Hmm." Lin Mian, his consciousness hazy from sleepiness, was on the verge of drifting into dreamland; after a while he softly hummed an affirmative.

Jin Chen sat upright, pulled Lin Mian closer into his embrace, and whispered near his ear, "Shall I carry you to bed? If yes, just nod."

Lin Mian only felt that the elf's scent was especially soporific, the crook of his neck soft and yielding; he unconsciously rubbed against it and nodded.

"All right, let's go to sleep." Having succeeded in his persuasion, Jin Chen lifted Lin Mian and signaled Ling Gun Gun with his gaze.

"Ah~"

Ling Gun Gun nodded, grabbed the five sachets in his mouth, placed them into the grass basket for tomorrow's outing, then covered it with a coarse checkered cloth.

Under the moon, the courtyard gradually grew quiet, the magic of the stargrass ebbing and flowing in the air.

The little dwarf Grum, who had crawled out of the jar, used a cleaning spell on himself, then shook his head and began gathering the scattered herb bits from the ground.

"You young folks who don't like cleanliness!"

——

Compared to the farm's relaxed warmth, Jiang Ji, who had boasted impulsively, looks a bit frazzled here.

He can't buy medicine for the child to eat, so how would he know how to treat the child's insomnia.

In the end, it was Qin Zong, who came from the Special Forces, who temporarily found calming and sleep-aiding herbs near the orchard and boiled them into a juice according to the usual ratio.

It smells bitter to everyone, and even after boiling it still bubbles with black gurgling bubbles.

Jiang Ji didn't dare try it himself, told Qin Zong he believed in his ability; his trusting look eased Qin Zong's recently tense mindset.

But precisely for that reason, Qin Zong wanted to quickly uncover the farm's secret; otherwise, with those two around, Jiang Ji would always be bullied.

Thinking of this, it was already late at night.

Qin Zong turned to face the window; the moonlight was faint.

He unconsciously touched his own ear, released Jiang Ji from his embrace, got up, and climbed out the window to leave the orchard.