After they finished recounting their grievances, Fang Rong looked at him with admiration. She hadn't expected him to do it this way and thought she should try it sometime. Perhaps Fang Hua would also feel sorry for him.

However, Fang Hua is incredibly dense and can read people's minds. If he sees through me, he'll definitely take me down in no time. I'll deal with that later.

"You want this whole jar?" Fang Rong seemed to already see the scene of Shan Hai's buttocks being bruised and battered.

"Mmm." Yun Kong blushed again.

Are they all fake?

How could such a person possibly blush? They're always scheming and plotting, completely dominating Shan Hai.

Fang Rong shook her head. "This jar of wine isn't cheap." It's the last jar, so it has to be sold at a higher price.

"It's alright." Yun Kong took off his backpack, which was bulging. "There are sixty pounds of meat in here, that should be enough, right?"

"That's enough, that's enough." Fang Rong smiled broadly. "I just love doing business with such generous people like you."

Fang Rong handed him the bottle as well, and casually reminded him, "Don't drink too much at once, or you'll get alcohol poisoning."

Yun Kong nodded, picked up the wine bottle, and left with light steps.

Fang Rong looked at him thoughtfully, still unwilling to give up, wanting to test his trick, but Fang Hua was right next to her and must have already heard it.

He tilted his head to look and saw Fang Hua sitting in a rattan chair, cracking sunflower seeds one after another, happily.

He was quite thoughtful; he would crack open one and eat it himself, and peel one and save it. Before long, a small pile had accumulated on the wooden board, and it was obvious who it was for.

Fang Rong felt a sweet warmth in her heart. Although Fang Hua was unreliable in many ways, there were still small surprises every time.

Having probably accumulated quite a few, Fang Hua picked up the peeled sunflower seeds, put them in his hand, tilted his head back, and poured them into his mouth.

(▼皿▼#), damn it, I'm never believing in love again.

Fang Rong covered her face, her mind racing with a thousand curses.

You shouldn't have any hope, because you're bound to be disappointed.

He was furious, but he picked up a fruit and swallowed his anger. Fang Hua didn't even turn his head, but instead put the fruit between his two hands.

Huh?

Fang Rong didn't believe it and threw both of them at once. Fang Hua caught them firmly between his fingers.

Fang Rong was stunned. She grabbed a handful of each hand and threw them out together.

There was so much fruit that Fang Hua probably couldn't handle it all, but then he shook his apron and caught the small pieces of dried fruit.

Those two must have cost at least seventy or eighty yuan, right? And he actually managed to take them.

Fang Rong kicked him, "Who told you to answer it?"

He dodged countless hidden weapons, but couldn't dodge Fang Rong's critical strike.

"I thought you were joking with me." (⊙x⊙;) "I didn't do anything today."

He thought he could get away with nothing by doing nothing, but little did he know that when Fang Rong disliked him, he would find countless reasons to beat him up, even if he was just walking or drinking water.

"My birthday is in a few days, what are you going to give me?" Fang Rong asked, crossing her arms as she looked at him.

"Birthday?" According to the date on the personal terminal, yes, but according to the time flow in the orc world, it's still about two months off, since the time in the two places is different.

“Yes.” Fang Rong pushed him down and sat on the wicker chair herself. “I made you a cake for your birthday, so you should at least do something for my birthday, right?”

"Hmm." Fang Hua nodded, staring at him thoughtfully.

"What are you looking at?" His gaze was too obvious for Fang Rong to ignore.

What am I thinking about Fang Rongque?

Fang Rong ignored him and pulled up the shawl hanging outside the rattan chair and draped it over herself.

It was a bit hot at midday, so I took it off, but now it's a bit cold.

Fang Hua seemed completely out of it, as if he was seriously considering what gift to choose.

However, they were about to relocate, and even if he made up his mind, he wouldn't have time to go, so Fang Rong had basically given up hope.

The sunflower seed incident taught him a lesson: the greater the hope, the more likely one is to become delusional.

Fang Rong sat cross-legged in a rattan chair, watching the guests coming and going. Several tables were placed next to her for everyone to eat and drink.

Their place has almost become a buffet; they don't care about anything and make guests do everything themselves—getting their own food, washing their own dishes, and paying for their own meals. They offer no service whatsoever.

However, no one complained. On the contrary, they thought it was quite creative. In addition, the dishes were well-made and there was soup, which fully catered to the different needs of the females and males. So, it was understandable that there were some flaws.

Today is the last meal; I won't be here tomorrow. Perhaps because of this, the food was bought very quickly, and many people took a lot of it with them after they finished eating, planning to eat it in a couple of days.

Anyway, as long as they pay me, I can bring as much as I want.

Because they sold out quickly, the two of them packed up their stall and folded up the tables and chairs.

Considering the limited space, most tables and chairs are designed to save space. Each table has four legs, and by moving the legs inward, they can be folded up, just like folding chairs, one inside the other. Four tables can fit in the space of one table.

In addition, there are wooden planks, which are bed boards. In the past, bed boards were made by stacking wooden stakes, but now they have all been replaced with hollow ones, like folding chairs, one inside the other, which saves a lot of space.

Aside from some necessities, there are actually quite a few other odds and ends, like thatched huts, and Fang Rong is trying to find ways to save money.

He thought of the old RVs, the kind that could move on their own. If he could build one, he wouldn't have to take the thatched shed down and put it back up every day, which was exhausting.

Although Fang Hua usually does the work, he occasionally lends a hand, and he gets quite tired after just a short time.

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