Farming Games are All About Grinding-Chapter 125 - 121: Beautiful Women, Fine Wine, and Delicious Food (Two in One, Thanks for the 10,000 Reward from Collapse VS Electricity)

Chapter 125: Chapter 121: Beautiful Women, Fine Wine, and Delicious Food (Two in One, Thanks for the 10,000 Reward from Collapse VS Electricity)

"The air by the sea is so fresh. Sometimes I really want to be like my uncle, build a little house by the shore, fish and grow vegetables every day—just relax and take it easy." Tang Qingying murmured with her eyes closed.

Han Qiwu could tell she seemed under a lot of pressure, but as a student, he could only try to comfort her from a different angle.

"The air by the sea is humid; it’s easy to develop rheumatism." Han Qiwu said candidly.

"I exercise every day!" Tang Qingying opened her eyes and snorted. "Come on, let’s fish for a bit, then have lunch."

Once they reached the shore, the two sat side by side. Looking at the sleek fishing rod in Tang Qingying’s hands, Han Qiwu couldn’t help but feel envious.

It wasn’t just any ordinary fishing rod.

It was a high-grade metal rod that could "fish out money"!

"Mr. Tang, what would you like for lunch?" Han Qiwu asked casually while casting his line.

"Fish, of course! I brought some hotpot seasoning. On such a chilly day, fish hotpot is the way to warm up." Tang Qingying stood up and started casting her line as well.

Her casting was elegant, her form graceful, and her movements skillful.

"Alright, I’ll head home in a bit to grab some wild vegetables and local pork—we can cook them together." Han Qiwu, who hadn’t had hotpot in ages, nodded in agreement.

"Local pork? Is that from a year-end pig?" Tang Qingying curiously tilted her head to ask.

"Probably. Tastes great. You’ll know once I bring it back." Han Qiwu waved the question away casually.

Despite the fact that today’s lunar calendar didn’t indicate a good day for fishing, Han Qiwu’s haul was still impressive. Every few minutes, he reeled in a catch: sardines, yellow croakers, anchovies—all came ashore in turns.

He even caught two or three strands of seaweed, perfect for making a refreshing cold dish later.

But as for Mr. Tang, her luck was nothing to boast about; after half an hour, she had only managed to reel in a single tiny sardine—pitifully small.

When Han Qiwu focused on fishing, he entirely forgot there was someone sitting beside him. The joy of catching fish left him immersed, and the happier he was, the deeper his concentration.

It wasn’t until he turned to grab his water bottle that he noticed there was another living, breathing person sitting right next to him.

He almost jumped in surprise.

"Mr. Tang, how’s your catch?" Han Qiwu asked conversationally.

"Looks like they all know me—they’re avoiding me." Tang Qingying didn’t seem to mind; fishing, after all, was about relaxing.

Catch some, eat some—or if none, mooch off someone else.

Life’s easier when you have a student who actually knows how to fish!

"Try my bait." Han Qiwu turned and took out some basic bait from the storage compartment, attaching it to Tang Qingying’s sleek rod.

"Alright." Tang Qingying stood up and cast her line again into the water.

You wouldn’t believe it, but the fish here seemed to recognize Han Qiwu—or, more likely, the bait’s irresistible allure was undeniable.

In a matter of seconds, the float on the water surface started showing signs of a catch.

"Got one!" Tang Qingying twisted her body as she tried to lift the fishing rod.

What she didn’t expect was—a big fish! She couldn’t reel it in.

Through the water, Han Qiwu immediately recognized what kind of fish it was.

An old friend.

A black seabream.

In critical moments like these, it’s always the old friends who save the day.

"Help me scoop it up!" Tang Qingying urgently said while stabilizing her rod.

Truth be told, before she even spoke, Han Qiwu was already crouching by the shore with a landing net, ready to scoop.

"Splash!"

The fish surfaced!

The black seabream flopped wildly even after surfacing, its tail thrashing furiously, a picture of defiance.

"This one’s got to be seven or eight pounds. Pretty impressive, Mr. Tang. Do you have some hidden skills?" Han Qiwu smiled and gave her a thumbs-up.

Tang Qingying played along, deliberately striking an exaggerated pose, tilting her chin upward.

"Of course! You don’t know who I am? Daughter of the Sea, Tang Qingying!"

"Respect, respect. I am Han Qiwu, the billionth contender for King of the Sea." Han Qiwu clasped his hands in mock respect.

"A pleasure, a pleasure! The fame precedes you."

The two burst into laughter after exchanging playful remarks.

"Wait a second, is that... are there two sea cucumbers on the tail of the fish?" Tang Qingying reached out, surprised, to touch the fish’s tail.

"Really? Could they be sea pineapples?" Han Qiwu leaned closer to check. Sea pineapples, also known as fake sea cucumbers, are less valuable in comparison to edible sea cucumbers.

Wrapped around the fish’s tail was a cluster of dense seaweed, tangled amidst which were two plump, black sea cucumbers.

"Not fake sea cucumbers—they’re gray spiny sea cucumbers." Tang Qingying carefully removed the two gray spiny sea cucumbers.

Spring gray spiny cucumbers might not be as plump as their autumn counterparts, but they’re still chubby, covered entirely in fleshy spines, and packed with nutrition.

These are one of the "Eight Treasures."

"Gray spiny sea cucumbers?" Han Qiwu leaned in, surprised.

So, Tang Qingying really *is* Daughter of the Sea?

Catching one, getting two more for free?

"Let’s make a cold dish out of these later," Tang Qingying suggested. "It’s been ages since I’ve tasted fresh spiny cucumbers."

"Sounds good to me." Han Qiwu agreed wholeheartedly, imagining how delicious they’d be mixed with wild scallions, veggies, and seaweed—definitely a flavorful treat.

After taking care of the gray spiny cucumbers, Han Qiwu glanced at the time—11:51.

"Mr. Tang, why don’t you wait for me inside the cabin? I’ll go grab the meat and veggies from home."

"Alright."

Hopping on his bike, Han Qiwu pedaled straight to Zhuan Zhu’s butcher shop.

At the shop, Zhuan Zhu was sharpening his knife—swish, swish, swish.

"Hey, buddy. What are you looking for today?" Upon hearing the commotion, Zhuan Zhu looked up with a grin.

"Brother, give me two portions of pork belly." Han Qiwu walked over while speaking.

"You got it."

As Zhuan Zhu sliced the meat, Han Qiwu reached into his storage compartment and took out a bag of freshly picked wild vegetables he had prepared earlier—crabgrass, purslane, and shepherd’s purse.

Once Zhuan Zhu finished cutting the pork belly, Han Qiwu handed him the bag. "Brother, I haven’t sorted out my veggie patch yet, but here’s a bag of fresh wild greens I picked—nice and crisp, should help cleanse the palate."