Chapter 2155: The Amazing Daily Life of the Bountiful Farm 26

In order to implement the operational details of the farm restaurant, Lin Mian specially drafted a formal "Elf Helper Contract".

He sat at the desk in the wooden cabin, biting the pen as he seriously listed the conditions: "Six hours of work per day, provide unlimited jam and fresh food, wages settled in silver coins circulating in the elf otherworld..."

Jin Chen leaned by the window, finally stamping the contract's end with the Divine Envoy's unique thorn emblem; as the seal touched the paper, a silver light flashed and the contract took effect.

The next morning, the farm's mailbox was overflowing; Lin Mian had just opened the wooden door when he saw a huge stone blocking the doorway.

Lin Mian's eyelid twitched; he turned and locked eyes with Jin Chen.

Jin Chen also pondered, taking a few glances, then snatched the half‑eaten apple core from Ling Gun Gun's mouth and threw it over.

"Ah." Ling Gun Gun jumped onto the stone and, puzzled, patted it with his paws.

"Brother, what kind of elf are you?"

"Divine Envoy, I'm here to apply."

The stone spoke, and Ling Gun Gun shuddered, quickly jumping down to stand alongside the black cat.

A faint white light washed over, and Shi Yan's form shifted into a human shape, his skin gray‑brown, his voice low like distant thunder: "My specialty is moving heavy objects, repairing walls, and I can use magic to reinforce structures."

Lin Mian looked at his sturdy build, eyes lighting up: "Great!"

He looks incredibly strong.

"What's so good about it?"

Jin Chen clapped a hand over Lin Mian's eyes, his voice cool: "No working shirtless."

This aura is practically sharpening knives.

Shi Yan realized and quickly conjured clothes.

Lin Mian's vision went dark; he stifled a laugh and poked Jin Chen's abs, "Stingy elf."

"Not even letting me look."

Jin Chen pinched his flailing fingers: "Nonsense, keeping your upper body covered in front of outsiders is a manly virtue."

"If you want to look, look at me—I'm not lacking."

Lin Mian fell to the ground, unable to argue, his ears flushing from the teasing; after a few light coughs he went out to sign the elf employment contract with Shi Yan.

After screening many envelopes, the farm's current "native residents" unanimously chose two more helpers—a giant‑deer elf skilled at plowing and transport, and a half‑beast rabbit resembling humans who still loves vegetables.

While building the new restaurant together with the newly hired elves, the farm bustled again.

Finding a spot to slack off, Jin Chen leaned against the apple tree with arms crossed; suddenly a green light flashed, and the thorn tattoo on his neck warmed slightly.

Jin Chen clicked his tongue impatiently and waved to answer.

A certain elf elder was scrying through magic, and his ancient voice exploded in the void.

"Divine Envoy! How can you allow humans to hire noble elves with silver coins? Is that even reasonable!"

"Quite reasonable." Jin Chen lazily plucked an apple and hurled it into the void, "You hire Keluo Ni to meddle while I look for a wife—that's the unreasonable part."

"The gods would never permit a Divine Envoy who can communicate with them to fall in love with an ordinary human!" the elf elder fumed.

"Then I'll ask another day." Jin Chen said.

"……" The elf elder shivered in fright.

The scrying magic popped out.

Jin Chen leisurely glanced at the small garden: "What are you hiding for, spying on me?"

Lin Mian obediently stepped out, the tiny worry in his eyes fading as he tried to explain.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop…… nor did I spy on you."

This Divine Envoy always excels at turning white into something that makes people's faces turn yellow, and Lin Mian is already quite experienced with that.

Jin Chen stared at him with a meaningful look.

Lin Mian: ……

"Why are you looking at me like that??"

Jin Chen pulled him to stand before him under the tree, a faint apple fragrance mingling in the air, sunlight filtering through the leaves, the atmosphere gradually turning ambiguous.

It was the kind of ambiguity that makes one want to hug their lover.

"Lin Kun Kun, you know you're terrible at lying, right?" Jin Chen asked, lips curling.

Lin Mian fell silent for a few moments, then once again turned into an ostrich, burying his head into Jin Chen's embrace.

Yes, he deliberately eavesdropped.

These days, Jin Chen's "communications" with the elf elder have become frequent, and Lin Mian has constantly worried.

He doesn't want to go through separation again, especially parting from Jin Chen.

Jin Chen didn't keep exposing the little ostrich, pinching his ear tip: "Rest assured, those elders just talk; they dare not really intervene."

Lin Mian lifted his gaze to Jin Chen, meeting those eyes like an endless green sea, brimming with boundless affection.

"I know, I've already decided."

Lin Mian made the decision in his heart, and it sounded like a threat: "Even if you want to leave, I won't let you go."

Convincing himself wasn't easy, but Lin Mian followed the first idea that popped into his mind.

【Villain Heartthrob Value detected +5, total 76!】

They kissed under the apple tree, the kiss also carrying fragrance.

——

Three days later, the small garden in the farm's southeast corner began to take shape.

The giant‑deer elves hauled several thick oak logs from the forest and swiftly erected a wooden swing frame, vines twining the posts and blooming wisteria flowers.

The rabbit dwarves used magic to induce a wisteria arbor, the hanging vines naturally forming a natural barrier.

Keluo Ni carved the artistic phrase "Harvest and Cook" onto the wooden sign and improvised a folk song, even though Lin Mian repeatedly stressed that no magical song should be let humans hear.

Even the shy magic‑mushroom elf contributed his share, and while recuperating he didn't forget to leave rows of edible, lovely mushrooms beside the garden's white fence.

On the opening day, there were many customers, with publicity from the farm stay and spontaneous invitations from villagers; the three chefs sent by Uncle Li of the farm stay set up the grill and boiler before dawn, and the charcoal smoke mingled with the morning mist, drifting about.

At the village entrance, Old Wang, who had benefited from the farm, spontaneously led a group of children beating drums and gongs, parading the scenic area with a banner reading 'Prosperity Farm Restaurant Opening Auspicious'; his voice was loud as a professional guide's, and the influx of customers he brought made even the farm stay's Uncle Li, in charge of publicity, feel ashamed.

"Good heavens, this is literally a fairy‑tale garden!" a tourist exclaimed, snapping photos nonstop with their camera.

"Mom, look! That white lion is licking my biscuit!" the little girl excitedly tugged at her mother's sleeve, while Ling Gun Gun lay sprawled on the grass, half‑lidded and lazy.

By the garden pond, visitors held fishing rods, eagerly waiting for the fish to bite.

The fish in the pond had been specially stocked by Lin Mian; they were numerous and lively, so visitors soon caught several big fish, excitedly holding them up for commemorative photos.

As business grew booming, they consequently developed an activity Lin Mian had never imagined—photo check‑ins.

The black cat was taken by Ling Gun Gun to the restaurant to roll around and act cute; as long as it exposed its belly and let anyone pet it, it would receive precise feeding.

Although the black cat didn't quite understand why it was the one whose belly was petted, while Zero Egg adult only needed to enjoy the feeding—sometimes even refusing to let anyone touch its head, merely needing to howl twice at the camera.

How come no cat has such good luck!

"How adorable!" tourists exclaimed, charmed by Ling Gun Gun, "I've never seen such a good‑tempered lion before."

Black cat: "……"

The cat understood.

It turned out to be because the cat is too common.

Tears fell.

Ling Gun Gun lazily rolled over, continuing to enjoy the humans' feeding; thinking of the supplies piled high in its storage space made it overjoyed.

Ah, this is the life a Great Pixiu deserves.

Lin Mian was sweating from busyness, and also had to teach the city children who came to weave grasshoppers from blades.

"Yes, wrap the stem around…… hey, don't stuff it in your mouth!"

Turning his head, he caught sight of Jin Chen surrounded by a group of tourists, and his heart jumped.

A pair of female tourists saw Jin Chen standing to the side and couldn't help stepping forward to ask: "Handsome guy, can we take a photo together? Your eyes are so unique—are you also a staff member here?"

Hearing this, Lin Mian immediately stepped forward, smiling, and said: "Sorry, the boss's pet can be in the photo, but the boss's boyfriend cannot."

The female tourists stared for a moment, then burst out laughing, "I get it!"

They continued to go pet the black cat's fur.

Jin Chen seized the moment, hooking his finger around Lin Mian's, and whispered in his ear with a smile: "Little Boss Lin's possessiveness is really cute."