Chapter 2143: The Bountiful Farm's Magical Daily Life 14

In the afternoon, sunlight filtered through the fruit trees' branches and leaves, scattering across the fields as Lin Mian and Jin Chen had just finished pruning the branches.

Jin Chen followed behind, holding a bamboo basket filled with the cut branches.

"Doudou." Jin Chen suddenly called out to him.

Lin Mian stopped, turned to look at him, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jin Chen stepped in front of him, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly, and said, "Let me show you a surprise."

Lin Mian blinked, still processing, when he saw Jin Chen open his palm.

A rose blossomed out of thin air in his palm.

Its petals layered upon each other, the edges edged with a golden glow, as if sunlight had gilded them with a soft radiance.

A breeze swept over the treetops, carrying the rose's cool fragrance. Lin Mian suddenly realized he was holding his breath, the warm surge in his chest louder than the cicadas' chirring.

Jin Chen gently handed the rose to Lin Mian, his voice soft: "It's for you."

Lin Mian took the rose, his fingertips brushing the soft petals, and his heart fluttered involuntarily.

It wasn't just because this rose was more beautiful than any other flower.

But also because of the pure sincerity behind it, he felt delighted.

He was most charming when expressing his liking purely.

"Thank you." Lin Mian whispered.

Jin Chen, however, lightly pinched his fingertip and said, "No need to thank me."

He obviously expressed dissatisfaction.

Lin Mian then laughed, opened his arms, and gently embraced Jin Chen.

"Alright, I won't say thank you—I really like it."

Jin Chen immediately returned the embrace, resting his chin lightly on Lin Mian's shoulder, his warm breath brushing Lin Mian's ear: "Doudou, the elves' flowers aren't just given to anyone."

Lin Mian's ears tinged red; if you looked closely, you'd see the smile in the corners of his eyes and brows could not be hidden.

He closed his eyes, letting the flutter in his heart grow, feeling Jin Chen's warmth and heartbeat, as if the whole world had fallen silent.

【Villain Heartthrob Value detected +10, total 31!】

Returning to the cottage, they saw Ling Gun Gun still napping on the roof, the black cat running up to them and meowing loudly as it lifted its head.

The cat said:

That tall, muscular fierce man came by! The cat blocked him, the owner said not to use magic on ordinary people, so the cat had none, grabbed the weeding knife in its mouth to scare him, and chased him away.

The fierce man didn't take the miraculous seeds, took nothing at all, and was simply scared off by the cat!

Having said that, the black cat lowered itself, stretched against the ground, and felt it had made another great contribution to protecting the farm.

Jin Chen scratched his chin, listening to the gurgling sound from its throat, and asked, "Are you sure it was you who scared Qin Zong away?"

"Meow!" Of course.

Of course not.

This time, when Qin Zong approached the farm, he successfully used that strange power of his body—though it appeared passively, the effect delighted him so much he couldn't stop.

Jiang Ji said the fruits had been planted in another grove that day, letting Boss Song and the Old Master rest at home, and finally Qin Zong returned.

He also noticed, realizing the Old Master might have eaten the wrong flavor.

But…

If he were to let this opportunity slip like that, he would be utterly unwilling.

Qin Zong hopped over the fence, placed the mud‑smeared plastic bottle on the table, and said, "The dew—mix it into the spray bottle and spritz it on the fruit trees."

Jiang Ji stared at the silver light swirling inside the bottle, his throat working: "You stole this from Lin Mian? What if—"

"It won't be discovered." Qin Zong knew what he was worrying about, and added, "Lin Mian took the black cat from you, and he feels no guilt whatsoever."

"…Fine, as long as our cooperation succeeds, I'll send them some more fruit." Jiang Ji nodded, gripping the plastic bottle tightly.

——

At dusk, the farm was bathed in a gentle twilight, and the elf cottage's chimney curled out a wisp of cooking smoke.

Lin Mian stood by the mailbox in front of the cottage, watching the dwarf Gruum bound away with his pack on his back.

"Gruum thanks you for your hospitality; if you still need stargrass seeds, trade cherry jam with me in the forest!"

The dwarf, carrying three jars of cherry jam, said as such.

"All right, Mr. Gruum." Lin Mian smiled and waved goodbye.

But as he turned around, he noticed the previously empty mailbox now held a speck of starlight‑like silver‑blue.

Lin Mian felt a little surprised, reached out, and took out a letter tied with a moon‑white silk ribbon; the envelope floated with silver patterns, and in the lower right corner hung a dreamcatcher woven from stargrass.

He was quite certain it wasn't sent by Ms. Lin Yao, so his hope dwindled, and he lacked the courage to open it himself.

Lin Mian suddenly realized he had come to rely a little on Jin Chen.

But it's not necessarily a bad thing.

Lin Mian lightly curled his lips, took the envelope and dreamcatcher, and walked back along the path to the front room.

As he entered, he bumped into Jin Chen coming out of the kitchen with a steaming bowl of pumpkin soup—ever since the elf showed a talent for cooking, Lin Mian had felt comfortable leaving the kitchen to him, taking turns preparing meals.

Of course, most of the time it's still Lin Mian—who enjoys the process of making food and likes being praised for the delicious dishes he creates—who's in charge of the kitchen.

"There's a new letter in the elf cottage's mailbox." Lin Mian set the envelope on the table, went to wash his hands, then picked up a slice of watermelon to eat while he spoke, his tone natural: "I've thought about it, and I still think it's best for you to open it when you're here."

When Jin Chen's gaze fell on the dreamcatcher, he paused, then set down his soup bowl and took the letter.

"This is the mark of the prophecy elf."

The two leaned over the table to open the envelope; the characters on the paper flickered and leapt like star tracks.

"Dear innkeeper,

I will come to your cottage tomorrow evening to reside and bring some important prophecies. Please prepare, hang the dreamcatcher by the window, and dreams will be the bridge of our communication. —Eliria

Lin Mian finished reading the letter, feeling a little curious: "What important prophecy… what could it be?"

Jin Chen picked up the dreamcatcher beneath the envelope, gently shook it, and the gemstone at the center of the dreamcatcher flickered with a faint light.

Some elf divine messengers, when their thoughts stir, already have wicked ideas.

"Elf prophecies usually coexist with nightmares; she fears you can't bear them, so she uses the dreamcatcher to filter." Jin Chen said suddenly.

Lin Mian looked at Jin Chen somewhat nervously: "Nightmares, won't they be very scary?"

Jin Chen deliberately furrowed his brows, his tone carrying a hint of seriousness.

Nightmares are usually more vivid; one will see fragments of the future, even crises, tumbling and chaotic, without logic.

Sometimes, those who cannot endure nightmares will also become trapped within them.

"That won't do," Lin Mian thought.

Overly rich imagination has already begun to make him a little uneasy.

Lin Mian hesitated, lifted his head to look at Jin Chen, his ears turning red yet he gripped Jin Chen's wrist tightly, his tone earnest: "Then… can I sleep with you tonight?"

A flicker of laughter passed through Jin Chen's eyes, but he quickly regained composure, pretended to ponder for a moment, then nodded.

"Alright, I'll sleep with Kun Kun tonight."