"The taste... is actually quite good."
"Hey, this tastes really good!"
"It's delicious, these strawberries are so sweet!"
"It smells so milky!"
Wang Ma became smug again, walking out from behind Butler Li with her head held high, wanting Han Fei to praise her.
Han Fei met her winking and smirking gaze, and said irritably, "The best ingredients don't need any special skills to be delicious! What are you so smug about?"
Wang Ma: "..."
Her head, which she had just proudly raised, suddenly drooped again.
Han Fei glared at her: "If you can't do it, then don't do it."
"...But Xiaoqi wanted to eat it, so I...learned how to make it."
"housekeeper!"
"I am here."
Butler Li was worried, fearing that the master would open his mouth and say something like "fire Wang Ma".
“Wang Ma isn’t good at Western-style pastries, but she loves to experiment. Why don’t you hire a pastry chef to teach her? That way, I won’t waste my ingredients every day.”
"Yes!" Butler Li beamed. "I'll go and invite them right now. What's the budget?"
"You handle it as you see fit, just don't go too far."
"Okay, then I'll hire one at the market price."
Aunt Wang blinked and breathed a sigh of relief: "I was so scared, I thought I was going to be fired."
Han Fei threatened, "If you waste any more ingredients, I'll fire you."
"I... the more I do, the more mistakes I make; the less I do, the fewer mistakes I make; if I do nothing, I make no mistakes!" I've realized it. From today onwards, lying flat is my life!
Han Fei: "..."
"Brother Han, these strawberries are really good. Can I take some back with me?"
"Of course," Han Fei instructed Wang Ma, "Pick a basket of fresh ones and take them back to Old Chen."
"Pick them?" Old Chen immediately stood up: "I like this. Where to pick them? I'll spend money to go out and pick strawberries for fun. From now on, Brother Han, I'll have to come and visit you often."
Han Fei was surprised that the old gentleman had such a hobby and said with a smile, "You can come anytime. There are many strawberries planted in the yard. If there are not enough strawberries to pick here, you can go to the orchard you have contracted to pick strawberries."
"And fruit orchards!" Old Chen's eyes lit up. "Besides strawberries, what else?"
"All the fruits that can be made into candied hawthorn are grown in the orchard."
"When can I go?"
"Of course, you can go whenever you want."
"Then I want to go now."
Han Fei smiled awkwardly and said, "Alright, let Wang Ma take you there."
Wang Ma said with a bitter face, "Everything falls on my shoulders!"
Han Fei glanced at her, and Wang Ma immediately made a zipping motion on her mouth.
Old Chen wanted to see the mermaid, but after he hit her, she bared her teeth at him and wouldn't let him get close. But it wasn't a wasted trip; he'll have a place to relax and pick fruit now.
He enjoys picking fruit, which reminds him of the days when he was a child, following his grandmother all over the mountains and fields searching for wild fruits.
Time flies so fast. His grandmother has been gone for decades. He thought that he was getting old and that he would soon be meeting his grandmother again.
He was not afraid of death because his family and friends had already gone to another world.
He will not be alone when he goes to another world.
Old Chen was going to the orchard to pick fruit, and the old folks looked at each other, ready to run away, as they didn't have the stamina.
"You spendthrifts, come and experience life!" Old Chen gave the order, and the group of old men had no choice but to accompany him.
They looked at Han Fei with resentment, and Han Fei smiled and said, "You guys sit in the office for too long, you should exercise more."
"Old Han, you should go too."
“Yes, you are the owner of the orchard. You should come with us and teach us how to tell the ripeness of the fruit.”
"You must be an expert in this field!"
Han Fei knew these guys were just trying to drag him down with them, and he wasn't going to fall for it.
Watching them leave under Wang Ma's guidance, Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief: "I hope I don't see those old guys again tomorrow."
The doorbell rang early the next morning.
The people Han Fei didn't want to see were sitting around the table, eating his family's breakfast.
"It seems you weren't too tired from picking fruit yesterday; you all got up quite early."
"Brother Han, could you please close down the orchard?"
"Yes, don't let Old Chen go to your orchard to pick fruit!"
"We're so tired, we feel like we're falling apart!"
“We didn’t want to get up early either, but Old Chen sent someone to tell us early this morning that we should meet at Guoshan today and that anyone who didn’t show up would be attacked.”
"We've come to you to vent our frustrations and grab some breakfast."
"We don't dare to eat for too long, as we're about to head to the orchard."
"We'll definitely be picking fruit until sunset today."
My legs go weak when I climb mountains.
"He even forced us to eat the fruit after it was picked!"
"I only ate fruit for dinner! My stomach is full of acid!"
Han Fei smiled and said, "Everyone, it's getting late. Old Chen is probably getting impatient."
"It's already eight o'clock!"
"Oh no, Old Chen must have arrived already!"
"Let's go, we have to get there quickly, or Old Chen will lose his temper!"
Han Fei watched them leave. Although he felt depressed when he saw them, he felt much better now.
...
News has been received from various countries that the Dragon Kingdom has discovered the Imperial Seal of the State, which is suspected to be the address of the last dynasty's treasury.
"We cannot let the Dragon Kingdom obtain the treasure! We are the heirs of the last dynasty! We Koreans have royal blood flowing through our veins; we are the rightful heirs to the treasure!"
"The treasure belongs to our Great Day Empire!"
"We cannot let the Dragon Kingdom obtain the treasure. If a large amount of gold appears, it will be a very troublesome matter! The control of gold can only be in the hands of our M Kingdom!"
...
These things originally had little to do with Han Fei, but who would have thought that the messages sent back by spies from various countries were all: Han Fei possessed the key to unlock the treasure!
"Who is Han Fei? We, the descendants of the royal blood, don't even have the key, how could he have it! Did he steal our key! We must get our key back!"
"Han Fei? He's from China? Let's have a good talk with him. We can give him beautiful women and sports cars, and we're willing to trade him whatever he wants! Our Japanese Empire has everything!"
"Immediately contact this man named Han Fei and ask him if he wants to immigrate to our country. He must have always wanted to come, but there are too many restrictions. Tell him that the country's doors are unconditionally open to him, and he is welcome to come to the country and become a member of the nation!"
...
Han Fei received a phone call from a guy with very broken Mandarin who immediately started yelling, "You stole my ancestor's key! I advise you to hand it over! You thief!"
Han Fei was completely baffled. Without saying anything, he hung up the phone.
Not long after, another call came in: "Do you want a beautiful woman or a sports car? We have the most beautiful girls and the fastest sports cars here. Just give us the keys, and we can do our best to meet any of your requests."
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