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If you didn't know Fang Hua's personality, you'd probably think this was a gesture to ask for a breakup.

Fang Rong kicked him, "Don't you know anything about romance? Who gives a kitchen knife as a birthday gift? I'd be happy even if you just helped me chop it for a bit."

"Then let me cut it for you for a bit." It's impossible for Fang Hua to be romantic; what he cherishes, Fang Rong may not necessarily value.

He likes sweet things, like honey cakes. What if I get him a beehive? Wouldn't that be a waste of effort? He can get honey whenever he wants, but he's afraid he won't be able to find a beehive.

However, there are many beehives in the forest because there are many flowers and plants; there is one every so often along the way, so they are easy to find.

"You should probably give up." This is a delicate job; most people can't do it.

“Yes, I’ll push, and Fang Rong will steer.” Fang Hua hugged him from behind, his fingers covering Fang Rong’s hands, trying to do as he said: he pushes, and Fang Rong steers.

Hiss~

Fang Rong gasped, her left hand, which was pressing on the medicinal herbs, suddenly ached, and she had already broken her breath.

(▼皿▼#), "Look, this is what happens when you act recklessly."

Is this even playable?

Playing with it would be disastrous. Fang Rong put her hand in her mouth, covering the bleeding spot, and told Fang Hua not to cut it either, in case he cut off his hand too.

"Idiot, heal me now." When he took his hand out, there was no blood left on his fingertips, but it started seeping out again a moment later.

Fang Hua grasped his wrist and gently blew on it. A cool breath blew over, and the hand healed quickly. However, even though the nerves in his body had healed, he still remembered the pain. It wasn't particularly painful, but it was a throbbing, intermittent reminder that he was in pain, a pain that couldn't be ignored.

"Forget it, I won't cut it today." He was exhausted and just wanted to sleep.

Because of the rush, the large number of people, and the difficulty in cutting this thing, Fang Rong had been cutting for almost a day, and her entire arm was sore.

He also considered using his superpowers to cut it open, but after a while he was covered in sweat, which was even more tiring than doing it himself.

After all, using superpowers requires effort. One or two times is fine, but more than that will lead to exhaustion.

Fang Rong put down the kitchen knife, lay down on the bed, and soon fell asleep, leaving the kitchen knife on the table beside him.

Despite her complaints, she reluctantly accepted the gift from Fang Hua, thinking it was better than nothing.

He had just lain down when a dark shadow suddenly loomed over his head. Fang Hua sat on the edge of the bed, massaging his arm with practiced ease, as if he had done it countless times before.

Grasp his wrist and press upwards repeatedly. I guess it's because I'm often with him; he was usually there when Baza taught, so I was able to learn a move or two from him.

Fang Rong let out a satisfied hum, which emboldened Fang Hua even more. He pressed from her arm down to her shoulder, then from her shoulder down to her back, and finally pressed directly into her buttocks.

"What are you doing?" Fang Rong stopped him.

"I'll give you a massage."

"I'm not well-educated, so don't try to fool me. Do you think a massage requires sticking your hands inside?" (‵□′)

"Hmm." Fang Hua nodded. "I know you're not well-educated and not very smart, but you can still make a decent display of tofu pudding."

(▼皿▼#), is this a joke? Right? Right?

Taking a joke so seriously, are you trying to die?

Fang Rong used both hands and feet to flip over suddenly, pinning Fang Hua underneath her. She vigorously ruffled his fur and pinched his cheeks, saying, "I really want to punch you."

Fang Hua didn't resist. After rubbing her left cheek, she brought her right cheek over, saying, "Take care of this side too."

Fang Rongxin was exhausted. "I'm not letting you play anymore. Don't bother me. I'm really sleepy today."

He's been cutting all day and all he wants to do is sleep.

"Mmm." Fang Hua was unusually well-behaved today. Instead of holding him to sleep, she went outside and moved the table out, chopping herbs one by one by the moonlight.

The herb was a tree root, round, slippery, and very hard, making it very difficult to cut. He worked slowly and it took him most of the night to finally finish cutting it. After he finished, he came back and hugged Fang Rong to sleep.

Fang Rong was woken up by pain the next day. Her whole back ached when she turned over, after standing all day the day before.

This herb is so difficult to cut. I can't exert any strength while sitting, so I can only stand. After standing all day, not only does my back ache, but my legs also cramp, and the soles of my feet feel like they've been hit by stones, with slight swelling.

What the hell? What does this have to do with your feet?

Fang Rong held her swollen toes with a slight sigh. She probably slept too soundly and pressed on her feet, causing poor blood circulation and swelling.

When I first lifted the blanket, my whole body was red, even my legs. They were folded up unnaturally and pressed under my body. I'm just glad I didn't die.

Fang Rong shook herself, got out of bed and put on her shoes. The herbs she had cut yesterday were gone, and even Fang Hua was nowhere to be found.

He probably took it.

Almost no one could steal the medicinal herbs under his nose, and they were just antidotes, not particularly valuable.

Fang Rong rubbed her ankle; her gait was still a little unsteady, but she should be fine soon.

There was a bowl of mixed vegetable and meat soup on the table. He picked it up and took a few sips. It was still hot, so Fang Hua must not have left for long.

Fang Rong put down her bowl and went out. The first place she went was the bazaar, because they were stationed together and it was very close to her. It was only a few steps away.

When he arrived, he indeed saw Fang Hua sitting in the corner grinding medicinal herbs. To make them more effective in medicine, most herbs are ground into powder, and some are kneaded into medicine. This makes them easier to absorb and can also be applied externally to wounds.

The bazaar would call out to him from time to time, asking him to change the medicine and add water; it seemed he wanted to shape it into a ball.

Fang Rong walked over and sat down next to Fang Hua, who was pouring water and stirring it, having a great time.

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