Farming Games are All About Grinding

Han Qiwu stared at a bucket of live fish. This thing surely needs to be cooked before eating, right?

For now, it seemed seaweed was the only option.

So, when Brother Jing finished meditating and looked toward the dock, he saw Han Qiwu munching on seaweed with a tired expression.

"This seaweed is actually pickled chili flavor? Spicy and tangy, so delicious."

Brother Jing: "... Is this kid really that pitiful? That seaweed is salty as hell. Doesn't it overwhelm him?"

"Little Wu, are you hungry? I have some food here, why don't you take a bite?"

Upon hearing Brother Jing's voice, Han Qiwu quickly turned his head and shouted, "No need, no need, I'll fish a while longer."

"Sss... ah."

This pickled chili seaweed, with its sour and spicy taste—truly divine.

Before Brother Jing could say anything, a familiar voice rang out from the beach, one that both Han Qiwu and Brother Jing recognized instantly.

"Uncle! I've come to see you."