Chapter 2150: Abundant Harvest Farm's Magical Daily Life 21

Another afternoon.

Lin Mian squatted at the edge of a field ridge in the farm's corner, learning soil knowledge from the land spirit Tai La.

For the clever student Lin Mian, learning was obviously not difficult.

And Tai La always kept in mind the standard of "teaching through fun".

After the lesson ended, Tai La pinched a lump of damp soil, demonstrating how to knead it into the shape of a little mud person.

"The earth is the most spiritual; with care, it can even be made to come alive."

Lin Mian imitated his movements, pinching the mud into a lopsided little figure, then used grass stems to poke out eyes and a mouth.

Tai La brought over a handful of dew, saying, "Try dripping it on its head."

As the dew seeped into the soil, the little mud figure suddenly shook its arms, clumsily took two steps on the ground, then went "poof" and scattered into a puddle of mud.

Lin Mian couldn't help laughing out loud.

Tai La raised his voice to suggest: "You could shape a Divine Envoy's likeness to give him; he'd surely like it!"

Lin Mian looked at his mud-covered hands, shook his head: "Thanks, but Jin Chen probably wouldn't like something so dirty."

Tai La nodded, with a hint of understanding: "Indeed, the Divine Envoy is always neat and clean."

Although he said that, Tai La's words stirred something in Lin Mian's heart.

Mud won't do, but something else will.

When Lin Mian sneaked back to the wooden cabin, Jin Chen was indeed still napping in the room.

Ling Gun Gun curled up on the windowsill dozing; Lin Mian gestured for quiet and tiptoed into the kitchen.

Ling Gun Gun instantly woke up and sneaked in after him.

Entering the kitchen surely meant making something delicious!

Lin Mian took out biscuits, butter, and frosting, and began to make them.

Afternoon sunlight slanted into the kitchen; Lin Mian squatted at the prep counter, flour on his nose, using tweezers to place sesame seeds onto the chocolate biscuits.

The biscuit base was shaped into two small figures' bodies, but the emerald-like eyes proved tricky—the color from meringue mixed with green tea wasn't rich enough; after several tries, he decided to inlay lime flesh pieces.

Ling Gun Gun made a motion to tap the empty spot on the porcelain plate with his paw, but Lin Mian pressed his flour-dusted finger to its forehead: "This is for Jin Chen; you can't sneak a bite."

Lin Mian shoved a vanilla biscuit at it: "Eat this."

Ling Gun Gun: "……"

It held half a vanilla biscuit in its mouth, shook its head, and waddled away wiggling its rear.

It wasn't out of envy, but without a Pixiu's sugar figurine, it wouldn't be complete!

For the biscuit's sake, if there isn't one, then there isn't; the boss doesn't have one either—fair!

As Lin Mian pushed open the door holding the embracing pair of small sugar figurines, he bumped into Jin Chen lazily propping his chin, his green eyes in the afternoon sunlight like melted jade.

"Sneaking around, what mischief are you up to?"

Lin Mian's ears felt slightly hot; he instinctively hid the plate, saying, "You weren't asleep."

Jin Chen rose lazily, sighing lightly: "I did sleep, but the bed's too big to rest comfortably."

He tried to act like he didn't understand, but failed.

Lin Mian's heart trembled with his imagination; he gave a light cough to feign calm, then carefully brought the plate out from behind him.

"Here, for you." Lin Mian said softly, looking up at him, hope hidden in his eyes.

The little sugar figurine is really adorable.

The embracing pose can be separated, instantly turning into a chubby, endearing figure; the green‑eyed sugar figurine is visibly more delicate, while the sleepy sugar figurine wearing a straw hat bends its brows, making an embarrassed apology gesture.

It's so cute it strikes straight at Jin Chen's heart.

Jin Chen reached out, gently touching the sleepy sugar figurine's straw‑hat head; the hat should be made of cheese, feeling very soft.

In front of Lin Mian, Jin Chen picked up the hat then put it down, choosing to eat the vanilla biscuit used as decoration nearby.

Jin Chen took the plate, placed it on the long table by the window, raised his hand and cast a freezing magic: "I want to preserve it."

Anyway, it's a gift for Jin Chen; whether he eats it doesn't matter, as long as he likes it.

And also……

"Will you still sulk with me?" Lin Mian asked.

"Sigh, I really can't figure you out." How could Jin Chen really be angry?

He pulled Lin Mian in and scooped him into his arms.

The green‑checkered floral cloth by the window was lifted a corner by the wind; the two sugar figurines on the plate embraced, while before the table stood a life‑size replica copying their pose.

Jin Chen pinched Lin Mian's nose tip, not letting him dodge: "I've decided not to wait for your answer."

Before Lin Mian could react to those words, he was stunned by a vanilla‑scented kiss, losing his ability to think.

The feel was softer than frosting; a juicy sweetness exchanged as their lips rubbed, Lin Mian felt his neck cradled by a warm palm, his eyelashes fluttering anxiously.

The hand meant to push away instead unconsciously rested on Jin Chen's shoulder, fingertips slightly tensing; the held‑breath sound was lighter than the wind blowing into the room, yet it made his eardrums burn.

Something melted in his chest, like over‑cooked caramel syrup, its sticky sweetness wrapping around his heartbeat and seeping into his flesh.

【Villain Heartthrob Value +5, total 61!】

After a long while, Jin Chen pulled back slightly, forehead lightly touching Lin Mian's: "You kissed me too."

Jin Chen's low whisper was soft as a murmur, yet confident: "It shows you like me; you have me in your heart."

Lin Mian: "……"

He turned his head to rest on Jin Chen's shoulder, offering no rebuttal, breathing slowly and steadily.

There was shyness, nervousness, excitement……

Lin Mian carefully pondered his feelings; the only thing absent was the unease he had imagined.

Until Jin Chen poked his cheek dissatisfied, Lin Mian only then pressed his lips and whispered, "... Yes, I like you; I have you in my heart."

Jin Chen immediately: "Then tell me what I'm agonizing over."

"No."

Jin Chen choked, nearly laughing from anger.

But his waist was tightly embraced, and his shoulder was also pressed against a forehead.

Lin Mian lightly brushed over Jin Chen's brows and eyes, gazing into those emerald pupils, voice somewhat hoarse and soft, "Just one more night."

"Tomorrow I can tell you, okay?"

Jin Chen locked eyes with him, making a request: "Then tomorrow night, can we sleep together?"

Lin Mian's cheeks flushed even more, "... Okay, fine."

Actually, they haven't spent many nights sleeping together; even counting that dream‑prophecy instance, it totals less than seven nights.

But Lin Mian adapted well, and occasionally even felt that sleeping in an embrace was quite nice.

More importantly, being stared at like this right now, Lin Mian really finds it hard to say no.

Jin Chen was satisfied, giving a light dragonfly‑touch‑water kiss on his cheek.

But in his heart he was secretly pondering.

Tonight I must go see what my wife is agonizing over.