Bi Qiaoan laughed and slapped his hand away: "We've been sticking together for two months already, haven't we had enough yet?"
"Not enough, not enough, not even two lifetimes, let alone two months!" Shen Yanming said with a grin, and then gave Bi Qiaoan a kiss on the cheek.
"Alright, alright, I can feel your deep affection. The noodles are ready, move aside!"
When Shen Yanming saw his wife ladling seafood noodles into a bowl, he quickly went over to take it, afraid of burning her.
Bi Qiaoan didn't stand on ceremony with him and went straight out of the kitchen to wash up in the bathroom.
That night, naturally, came a passionate lovemaking session.
Since my wife said she felt my deep love, then of course I should put it into practice and show it to her.
The next morning, Shen Yanming got up while Bi Qiaoan was still asleep.
He left a note and went up the mountain.
I haven't been online for a few days. Those little green grapes on the vines should be ripe by now, right?
And what about the watermelon and passion fruit? I wonder if they've borne fruit yet?
With his mind preoccupied, Shen Yanming unconsciously quickened his pace. He jogged, treating it as a form of exercise.
When I got to the top of the mountain, I realized that my legs were a little sore.
He leaned against a big tree, panting heavily, and soon recovered.
I must say, this spiritual energy is incredibly powerful. Eliminating fatigue is just a blink of an eye!
When Shen Yanming arrived at the fruit plantation, he found a squirrel picking strawberries there.
Upon seeing Shen Yanming arrive, the little squirrel threw down the red fruit in its hand and squeaked wildly at Shen Yanming.
Seeing that he didn't understand what it meant, the little squirrel hopped around a few times, then ran to a green millstone-sized object and squeaked.
Shen Yanming then realized that the watermelon had actually produced fruit and grown so big in just a few days!
This is so abnormal!
And is it cooked yet?
He expressed strong doubt.
"You... don't know how to eat it?" Shen Yanming walked closer and saw that the green melon rind was covered with dense teeth marks.
The little squirrel nodded.
Shen Yanming smiled and said, "You can't just bite into it; you have to open it up and eat the red flesh inside."
As he spoke, he reached out and patted the melon in front of him.
Hearing the thumping sounds and feeling a slight tremor under his palm, Shen Yanming was about 80% certain that the melon was ripe.
But he didn't bring any tools; he only carried a bamboo basket up the mountain.
There was no other way but to see if I had the Iron Palm Divine Skill.
Shen Yanming secretly gathered his energy, then raised his palm and chopped downwards.
Fortunately, the watermelon was already ripe, and the force caused it to split in two.
The red flesh of the melon stuck to his hands, making them feel sticky. Shen Yanming quickly pulled a leaf from the tree nearby and wiped his hands clean.
Then, looking down, I saw that the little squirrel had run far away, looking terrified.
Shen Yanming waved his hand and pointed to the red flesh of the melon, saying, "This is edible!"
The little squirrel was suspicious, but it still went forward, dug out a piece with its paw, put it in its mouth to taste it, and then smiled with its eyes narrowed.
There are plenty of fruits on this mountain, but most of them are tasteless. Although eating them can enhance one's intelligence and extend one's lifespan, they are nothing compared to what's before us—not only sweet, but also delicious!
The little squirrel dug another hole with its paw, and then ran away.
Shen Yanming didn't take it seriously and started looking around. He discovered that the fruits he had planted were all ripe.
It's only been a few days, is the ability to generate spiritual energy this strong?
Shocked, but his hands continued moving.
Shen Yanming picked ripe strawberries, grapes, and passion fruit, filling a whole basket. Then he patted a ripe watermelon on the ground.
Just as I was about to pick it up and carry it away, I saw the little squirrel coming along with a group of little mice following it, squeaking and chattering all the way.
He smiled and waved goodbye to the little squirrel.
After the little squirrel imitated him by waving its little paws, it led a group of little squirrels to eat watermelon.
He was so engrossed in his own world that he had completely forgotten about Shen Yanming.
Shen Yanming smiled helplessly, picked up the watermelon, and left.
On the way, he wanted to throw the melon away several times because it was just too heavy!
Shen Yanming had weighed the watermelons in the orchard at the foot of the mountain.
The lighter ones are generally around 25 jin (12.5 kg), while the heavier ones are around 40 jin (20 kg).
Old Shen felt that the bag in his hand weighed at least eighty pounds. It was only slightly lighter than a hundred-pound bag of flour.
Also, because of its shape, you can only hold it with both hands, which doubles the feeling of fatigue!
But thinking about it, miracles really do happen on this mountain.
Strawberries the size of eggs, grapes the size of ping-pong balls, passion fruit the size of a fist, and the smallest watermelon I picked myself, the size of a radiator.
That's really something!
To find food, Shen Yanming had to rest countless times along the way before finally stumbling and falling to the bottom of the mountain.
I was thinking about whether I could put them in the storage area, but as soon as I had a thought, they disappeared.
Comrade Lao Shen then realized that although he couldn't move the things in the planting area with his mind, he could still store them in the storage area after they were picked.
But doing that would be too much trouble. It would be better for my wife to just put them in the storage area and organize them herself using her mind.
Lost in thought, I returned to the mobile villa.
Bi Qiaoan had already prepared breakfast and was waiting for him.
Shen Yanming told Qiao An about his discovery on the mountain, and even brought the fruit he had picked that day from the storage area to show his wife.
Bi Qiaoan marveled at the pile of fruit that looked like it had been given growth hormones. In the end, she had Shen Yanming put them back in the storage area.
She is already satisfied with her current life and there is no need to replace the fruits she usually eats with those rich in spiritual energy.
Seeing Shen Yanming covered in sweat, Bi Qiaoan felt extremely distressed.
I handed him a napkin to wipe his mouth, saying as I did so, "From now on, you can just go pick fruit every few days. There's no need to go too often. If you're tired, that's fine too. The fruit down the mountain is already delicious enough."
Shen Yanming smiled, but did not agree.
He wanted to make a few more trips up the mountain to collect more spiritual fruits for his wife. Although it was a bit tiring, it was also good exercise.
Seeing the determination in Shen Yanming's eyes, Bi Qiaoan stopped trying to persuade him and simply urged him to eat.
After dinner, Old Shen couldn't hold on any longer and went to his bedroom to sleep soundly.
Time flew by and it was July 20th. Shen Yanming and Bi Qiaoan got up early, tidied themselves up, and then left the space.
Each of them held their phone, browsing the webpage and carefully reading the precautions, waiting for the link to open so they could grab the first batch of inhibitors.
It's not that they insisted on squeezing in with others, but the couple had to put on a show.
From now on, everyone will apply inhibitors before daring to go out and socialize. But these two, without even managing to snatch anything, dare to rush into crowds. Aren't they just asking for trouble?
You agree, right?
Fortunately, the couple was lucky; they clicked on the link as soon as it was released, filled in their names, addresses, and ID numbers, and then clicked submit.
Then we saw that there were only 5,625 items left in stock.
Bi Qiaoan stared in disbelief, pointing at the numbers on the screen and asking Shen Yanming, "Are you sure the first batch will ship one million units?"
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