Farming Games are All About Grinding-Chapter 595 - 582: An Unexpected Proposal

"Today there were still quite a few template directions to work on—like heat resistance, lodging resistance, yield, and drought tolerance. But the survival rates were pretty low, basically around ten percent," Tang Qingying said while picking out the crab claw meat and eating it.

"That's already amazing! Lots of pro players can't even reach your level!" Han Qiwu said, clapping in an exaggerated manner.

"I'm gonna hit you!" Tang Qingying pouted. "By the way, I saw you sneaking around in the kitchen earlier. What were you up to, making something tasty?"

Han Qiwu was tongue-tied. He hadn't expected Tang Qingying to catch him and was mumbling incoherently.

"Oh, so now you're making snacks secretly, huh? It's bad enough you sneak food when I'm not in the game, but now I'm here, and you still won't share?!" Tang Qingying angrily grabbed Han Qiwu's ear.

"Ow ow ow!"

Han Qiwu quickly stood on tiptoes to ease the pain.

Stupid system!

Didn't it promise enhanced pain resistance?

Why does it still hurt so much when my wife pulls my ear?!

"Hmph! Hand it over—what is it?" Tang Qingying said smugly, tilting her fair neck in satisfaction.

Han Qiwu glanced at their surroundings.

The afternoon sun bathed the grassy field, and the fragrance of roses mingled with the scent of peaches hanging from the peach trees. Pale yellow rapeseed flowers and rows of neatly arranged farming equipment formed a harmonious scene. Little Dian and Little Lei were playfully fluttering in the trees, the Little Prince was sunbathing by a hole in the ground with chubby Xiao Lai lounging on his belly, and Little Shui was splashing in Hospital River, puzzled at why the golden koi fish had swum away.

Not a bad spot for a proposal.

"Let go of my hand first."

Several seconds later, Han Qiwu dropped to one knee and solemnly held out a bouquet and the Tear of the Ocean Pendant.

"Wow!!!!!"

Tang Qingying gasped, momentarily at a loss for words.

Han Qiwu gritted his teeth and recited the words he had carefully prepared: "Qingying, I love you, just like—"

Before he could finish, Tang Qingying lowered her head and silenced him.

Don't say it—I accept.

Nothing needs to be "like" anything.

I understand your love.

After a long moment, their lips parted.

Han Qiwu gazed at Tang Qingying, his face filled with mock resentment.

"Hahaha, is this nothing like what you had in mind?" Tang Qingying laughed mischievously.

Han Qiwu nodded vigorously. "I even prepared a whole speech for you!"

"Well, too bad—you don't get to say it, ha!"

"Hmph. Come here, let me help you put on the pendant." Han Qiwu sighed helplessly as he picked up the Tear of the Ocean and fastened it around Tang Qingying's swan-like, delicate, alabaster neck.

A shaft of sunlight pierced through the leaves, striking the diamond-shaped gemstone and scattering flecks of blue light.

It was dazzlingly beautiful.

Tang Qingying summoned an ice mirror with a wave of her hand and admired her reflection, tilting her head from side to side. Gleefully, she asked, "This is gorgeous! Did you make this too? The stats are incredible!"

Han Qiwu shook his head and recounted the story of the old sailor.

After hearing it, Tang Qingying grinned even more smugly. "See? I told you I'm the daughter of the sea!" She then reached out to ruffle Han Qiwu's hair. "But don't feel bad—you're now the son-in-law of the sea."

Han Qiwu: "......."

Fine!

After all the commotion, the two were totally spent. Hand in hand, they headed back to the house for a nap.

When they woke up, it was already past four in the afternoon.

Han Qiwu poured two glasses of mint water and, after taking a sip, asked, "Qingying, when should we tell your parents about all this?"

Tang Qingying stretched lazily before flopping onto Han Qiwu with a giggle. "Why so eager? Are you afraid I'll run away?"

"Not at all. I'm just worried your mom and dad are anxious to see this through. The sooner we get married, the sooner we can have a baby," Han Qiwu declared righteously. "The older generation is nearing retirement—they'll need a little one to keep them occupied."

Tang Qingying turned her head away. "Who's having a baby with you? Have it yourself. I'm going back to my research."

Despite her words, she made no move to get off Han Qiwu.

So cozy~

Eventually, they dragged themselves back into the yard to get some actual work done, continuing their research on the rice templates.

Besides that, Han Qiwu took the opportunity to plant a whole bunch of potato seeds. Those were easier to cultivate than rice or wheat, and in a pinch, they could serve as emergency rations.

"When will I finally find sweet potato seeds though? Those are even more convenient than potatoes," Han Qiwu muttered as he sowed the seeds.

With the Tear of the Ocean's various benefits, the demand for iridium ore wasn't as pressing. They could now produce a whole batch of iridium sprinklers.

Tomorrow, he planned to visit the Thunderstorm Cavern to farm battery packs.

Better stock up while he could.

After dinner, Tang Qingying summoned a tree branch to lift herself into the treetop and pulled out her phone to start a video call with Mrs. Tang.

"Mom, Xiao Han proposed to me today!" Tang Qingying announced cautiously. Being the cherished little princess of her family, she had already rehearsed a list of comforting words to ease her parents' emotions.

But to her surprise—

The moment Mrs. Tang heard, she leaped off the couch, abandoning her phone entirely as she sprinted to the study to shout, "Old Tang! Xiao Han finally proposed! Our daughter's finally getting married!"

"That's wonderful! Such great news!" Mr. Tang cheered as he put down his calligraphy brush to embrace Mrs. Tang in delight. "I'm going out right now to buy some fireworks to celebrate."

Tang Qingying stared blankly at her ceiling, her expression stiff as she absorbed the crystal-clear conversation.

This… wasn't quite how she imagined it.

Across town, Han Qiwu faced a similar situation while on the phone with his own family, though at least he was staring at his TV.

Same world, same parents.

Mrs. Tang pulled Mr. Tang over, beaming with excitement. "So, when are you two coming back? Tomorrow feels a bit rushed—how about the day after? I'll spend tomorrow sending out invitations!"

Tang Qingying: "...Does the day after tomorrow not seem rushed to you?"

Mr. Tang gave Mrs. Tang a pointed look before grabbing the phone and saying, "Qingying, don't listen to your mom's nonsense about tomorrow or the day after. It'll take at least a week. How about this: make time to come back home tomorrow, and the four parents can sit down and have a proper discussion."

"Alright, alright," Tang Qingying quickly agreed, ending the call in a panic.

She had expected her dad to say something profound.

Turns out, they just bought her five or six more days.

Hmph!

"This is all your fault," Tang Qingying huffed, growing angrier the more she thought about it, and lightly punched Han Qiwu.

"Alright, alright, it's all my fault. Let me massage you to help you cool down." Han Qiwu chuckled, guiding a tree branch to lift Tang Qingying toward him. He scooped her up in his arms and darted toward the house.

Early to bed, early to rise—good for your health!