Farming Games are All About Grinding-Chapter 124 - 120 Mr. Tang Arrives (3000 Chapters)

"Come quickly, you have to witness this moment!" Egger called out urgently to Han Qiwu, holding a glass of dark blue liquid in his hand.

Han Qiwu hurried over upon hearing this.

Once Han Qiwu arrived at the bar, Egger evenly poured the dark blue liquid into three glasses of alcohol.

"Get ready to enjoy the sunrise."

"Swish, swish, swish."

What Han Qiwu didn’t expect was that after the dark blue liquid was poured into the three glasses, the alcohol turned sandy yellow, and the sound of sand grains rubbing against each other emanated from the glasses. Shortly afterward, a sun with a red outer glow and a yellow inner hue slowly rose from the bottom of the glasses. It ascended to the very top and then gradually disappeared.

"The sunrise is over. These two glasses are yours." Egger said with a satisfied smile as he picked up his own glass and took small sips to savor it.

After witnessing this magical spectacle, Han Qiwu also noticed their attributes.

[Beach Sunrise]

[Alcohol Content: 16.7]

[Price: Not yet priced]

[Effect: Increases perception by +5, reaction by +5, and maximum stamina by +20 for three hours after consumption]

[Remark: Beach Sunrise helps relax you and alleviate mental stress]

"Such good drinks would be a pity to enjoy alone." Han Qiwu suddenly thought of the almanac for today as he spoke.

Could this mean...

Han Qiwu casually stashed both glasses of alcohol into his inventory.

Watching this, Egger surprisingly didn’t say anything further and continued sipping his drink, one mouthful at a time.

"Egger, can that sunrise scene be recreated again?" Han Qiwu leaned against the bar counter and asked curiously.

"Sir, whether in the homeland of dwarves or dragons, the sunrise only happens once." Egger chuckled, clearly relaxed by the drink.

"But now this is your homeland, isn’t it? Is there a way to recreate that scene? Like, by adding a little more of that dark blue liquid?" Han Qiwu followed suit with a lighthearted laugh.

Such a beautiful spectacle is a shame to see only once.

"You’ve got a point. Here, take this, just add a quarter ounce before drinking." Egger seemed in high spirits as he handed Han Qiwu a small bottle of dark blue liquid.

Taking the small bottle, Han Qiwu looked down at it. The slender container was reminiscent of the plastic casing for a thermometer, complete with ounce markings.

"By the way, Egger, do you have anything that tastes sweet and sour?"

Come to think of it, when Wu Gang made the request, he specifically mentioned "sweet-sour," which means the sweetness should stand out more than the sourness, right?

"Sweet-and-sour flavor, huh? That’s not exactly what a warrior should drink. Hold on." Egger grabbed a piece of paper and began writing quickly.

A moment later.

[Pina Colada]

[Alcohol Content: 7.6]

[Price: 1500 gold]

[Effect: Boosts speed by +10 and stamina recovery by +2 for three hours after consumption]

[Remark: The coconut breeze is unstoppable]

[Tequila Sunrise]

[Alcohol Content: 35.9]

[Price: 3500 gold]

[Effect: Increases perception by +7, defensive power by +10, speed by +10, while reducing health by -10 for ten hours after consumption]

[Remark: It’s also known as Dragon Tongue Sunrise]

Seeing the prices, Han Qiwu felt a pang in his heart.

Why are sweet-and-sour drinks so expensive?

Perhaps noticing Han Qiwu’s confusion, Egger explained, "Sweet-tasting drinks are much more complicated to make than strong liquors."

Alright then.

Seeing Han Qiwu’s pained expression, Egger appeared very pleased. He jumped up onto the bar stool and drunkenly slung an arm around Han Qiwu’s neck, saying, "Don’t worry, those prices are for strangers. As for you, my friend, you get a twenty-percent discount."

"Friends, huh? Of course!" Han Qiwu laughed as he wrapped his arm around Egger’s shoulder in return.

If I can get a discount with such low favorability, then piling on more good points might just...

Han Qiwu wasn’t greedy for alcohol but remained curious about the variety of drinks. If feasible, he definitely wanted to taste them.

"That’s right, we’re friends." Egger seemed a little tipsy and wobbled as he returned behind the bar.

"Goodbye, my friend. I still have things to take care of. Next time you come by, buy some more." As Han Qiwu was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something. Turning back, he asked, "By the way, last time I came by, you weren’t here. When is the usual time to find you here?"

"Last time was an exception. From now on, I’ll always be here." Egger raised his glass cheerfully, "Come by often when you have the time."

"Got it." Han Qiwu waved his hand and left the mine.

Have the time?

When would someone playing a cultivation game like me have the time?

"Ra-da da da dada-da dada-da dadada-da Your turn!"

His phone ringtone sounded, and Han Qiwu glanced at the screen.

Mr. Tang.

"Hello? Han Qiwu, there are a lot of people leaving the city today, and the highway is jammed. I’m planning to take the bus back. Could you meet me at the town entrance when I’m almost there?" Tang Qingying’s voice came through, faint and distant, suggesting she was still on the move.

"No problem, just give me a call when you’re near." Han Qiwu agreed readily, "How long will it take?"

"About an hour." Tang Qingying replied quickly.

"Alright, stay safe." Han Qiwu said and hung up.

An hour—just perfect for cutting wood in the osmanthus grove!

Today, he had intentionally kept Little Prince from going out to forage, specifically for a hands-on tutorial in woodcutting.

After mapping out Little Prince’s foraging route, Han Qiwu headed there first to get started.

In early spring, the osmanthus trees were sprouting tender green buds, and the bark had softened considerably.

After chopping down two or three trees, Little Prince bounded over on all fours.

"Roar!"

The approaching Little Prince sat down and hugged Han Qiwu’s leg tightly.

I knew it—you still love me the most!

You specifically called me over!

Is this a private tutorial just for me?

After hugging his leg for a few seconds, Little Prince glanced around, suddenly feeling a bit puzzled.

The trees in the vicinity hadn’t sprouted yet—what was there to eat?

"Your task for this hour is to obediently learn how to chop wood from me. If you do well, you’ll get a big reward. If you do okay, you’ll get a small reward. If you don’t learn, you’ll have to come here every day for lessons. Once we’re done, you can go forage." Han Qiwu said with a smile, holding up the wild yam root he had acquired earlier.

Little Prince’s eyes lit up upon seeing the wild yam root, extending his little paw to taste it.

It looks delicious!

"Learn first." Han Qiwu flipped his hand to stash away the yam root, then grabbed Little Prince’s arm firmly to pull him upright.

"Roar!"

Little Prince looked confident, patting his chest enthusiastically, then obediently stood beside Han Qiwu, his beady black eyes watching his every move.

"Watch closely." Han Qiwu said, taking out the osmanthus axe and chopping at a tree with force.

To be honest, the osmanthus axe became smoother to wield the more he used it. The naturally formed wood grain on the handle felt warm and supple, yet it wouldn’t slip from his grip.

Perfect for Little Prince!

Unaware of Han Qiwu’s thoughts, Little Prince focused on his obsession with the yam root, persisting in watching and even occasionally mimicking Han Qiwu’s chopping movements.

After just over forty minutes, Han Qiwu finished his woodcutting quota for the day. He packed up the osmanthus axe and patted Little Prince on the head.

[Your pet: Little Prince is diligently learning woodcutting]

"Well done. Here, enjoy." Han Qiwu handed the yam root to Little Prince.

"Roar!"

Little Prince happily took the yam root, carefully peeling it with a rock before enjoying it slowly.

"Take your time eating—I’m heading off."

Han Qiwu rode his bike to the town entrance and started reading *The Flower Fairy Lives at My House* while waiting for Tang Qingying.

About ten minutes later, a bus wobbled to a stop, and Tang Qingying hopped off lightly, carrying a fishing tackle box.

She wore jeans, a short down jacket, and a navy scarf.

Simple clothes on her somehow just looked extraordinary.

The main reason: her face was beautiful.

"Over here!" Han Qiwu raised his hand to wave.

"Thank you! I was about to call you. Did you wait for long?" Tang Qingying apologized slightly.

"Not at all, I just got here." Han Qiwu shook his hand dismissively, "Hop on the bike."

"Great." Tang Qingying obediently sat on the bike’s back seat, her bare hands seeming awkward and unsure.

Early spring weather was still chilly, and the icy metal frame of the electric bike didn’t help.

To be honest, Tang Qingying hadn’t sat on a bike’s rear seat in a long time and wasn’t sure where to put her hands.

Grabbing the rear frame would leave her hands cold and her shoulders sore.

Grabbing the front seat might interfere with Han Qiwu’s riding, and what if her hands slipped and accidentally touched his rear?

She was conflicted.

Luckily, after just ten meters of riding, Han Qiwu noticed her dilemma.

Of course—her unbalanced sitting caused the bike’s frame to wobble continuously. It was obvious Tang Qingying wasn’t sitting properly.

Stopping the bike, Han Qiwu turned around and immediately understood.

"What’s the matter?" Tang Qingying looked up at him innocently.

"Nothing—Tang Qingying, can you ride an electric bike?" Han Qiwu asked, averting his gaze.

As expected, a female teacher’s gaze was just impossible to meet directly.

From elementary to college, all of Han Qiwu’s class teachers had been women.

Terrifying.

"I can, but I haven’t ridden one in a long time." Tang Qingying instinctively answered.

"Great, you ride and let me sit behind instead. I’m feeling a bit unwell." Han Qiwu dismounted and offered Tang Qingying the driver’s seat.

The reason was simple—the driver’s seat had a windproof padded wrap in front to shield both legs and hands from the cold.

"Ah, should we visit a clinic?" Tang Qingying asked, concerned.

Han Qiwu waved it off, "No need, I just overstrained while running earlier. Just need a rest—it’ll pass. Let’s go; we’ll fish a bit before dinner."

"Alright." Tang Qingying nodded and took the bike seat, riding off toward the seashore with Han Qiwu.

The two remained silent along the way.

Tang Qingying couldn’t talk while riding, and Han Qiwu stayed rigidly upright behind her, nervously hoping they wouldn’t end up in some romance-drama scenario involving an awkward stumble and intimate embrace.

Too cliché.

At the shore, Han Qiwu’s legs were practically stiff as he dismounted.

Riding behind someone was harder work than running.

Correction—riding behind a woman was more exhausting than running solo.

"Thanks for your effort." Tang Qingying parked the bike and said sheepishly, "Next time, when I head back to school, I’ll treat you to something delicious."

"Deal." Han Qiwu grinned, "By the way, did you bring Clear Wind?"

"Of course." Tang Qingying took a deep breath of the ocean air and closed her eyes.

"Then could I borrow it this afternoon?" Han Qiwu asked nervously.

"Sure, I’ll use the copper blade, and you can use Clear Wind." Tang Qingying agreed without opening her eyes.

"Yes!"

Finally, the 10,000 gold needed for upgrading his storage slot was within reach!