CHAPTER 475: CHAPTER 462: HORSE RIDING ANECDOTES

Although Han Qiwu didn’t know what materials the wood and jade on the transfer luck bracelet were made of, just judging from its luster and the feel when fiddling with it, he could tell it definitely wasn’t cheap.

The effect of this transfer luck bracelet was rather interesting—it essentially moved future luck to the present for use. While in use: +3. Once depleted: -2.

Quite a bargain!

Besides, with the jade Pixiu and the Qilin at home adding a luck boost, even if it was -2, it wouldn’t drop into negative numbers.

At least it wouldn’t be a case of choking while drinking cold water.

The gift from Mr. Tang was really something special.

"Thanks, I actually like this bracelet quite a lot." Han Qiwu smiled, picking up the transfer luck bracelet and fastening it around his wrist.

The slightly bronzed tone of his wrist contrasted beautifully with the natural wood and jade-colored bracelet. It looked surprisingly fitting.

"As long as you like it. I’m feeling a bit hungry—how about we continue horseback riding later?" Tang Qingying patted her small belly, looking slightly pitiful as she spoke.

"Ah, alright, come down first." Han Qiwu pulled over a small stool and placed it beside the saddle, raising his hands slightly in readiness.

Tang Qingying stepped onto the right stirrup, imitating what she’d seen on TV, and exerted herself to swing her left leg over.

But whether it was because it was her first time riding a horse or because she’d skipped breakfast and was light-headed from hunger, she lost her strength as she stood up and tilted sideways.

"Careful!"

Fortunately, Han Qiwu’s hands were already raised. Seeing her falter, he quickly supported her upper body and, with a strong lift, caught her securely in a princess carry.

For some reason, the instant they touched, both of them felt as though time had suddenly come to a standstill.

The air, the floral scents, the birdsong—all seemed to freeze.

They locked eyes.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds later, as if by unspoken agreement, the two turned their heads at the same time. Han Qiwu lowered his right hand, and Tang Qingying used the momentum to straighten herself.

"You alright? Let’s get inside; I’ll fix you something to eat."

"Okay!"

After helping Tang Qingying into the house, Han Qiwu checked the progress of the stew. The meat was almost done, though the broth was already emitting a rich fragrance.

He decided to make some braised beef noodles, served with eggs and milk.

Five minutes later, Han Qiwu placed a steaming bowl of braised beef noodles in front of Tang Qingying. Five small chunks of tender deer meat and a fried egg lay atop the noodles, their aroma wafting out from the broth and instantly making one’s mouth water.

"It smells amazing! I won’t hold back then!" Tang Qingying grinned and picked up her chopsticks, eating enthusiastically.

Han Qiwu smiled faintly.

He had to admit, watching Mr. Tang eat the food he made was a kind of enjoyment in itself.

After a while, Han Qiwu fetched a bottle of buffalo milk. He scooped two large spoonfuls of rose petal jam into it, stirred it thoroughly, and created a cup of rosy milk.

The fragrance of roses melded perfectly with the creamy aroma of the milk, adding a hint of sweet complexity to the drink and elevating the jam’s flavor to a new level.

During her break from the noodles, Tang Qingying glanced up and noticed the cup of rosy-colored milk on the side. Delighted, she took a small sip.

"This is delicious! The rose flavor is so fresh, and the milk is wonderfully fragrant. I wish I could have breakfast like this every day!" Tang Qingying sipped the rosy milk in small, contented gulps.

Han Qiwu chuckled. "Don’t rush it. I’ve got a jar of rose jam at home. I’ll bring it for you later—just stir some into milk in the morning, and you’re good to go."

"Mhm, mhm!" Tang Qingying nodded enthusiastically, not even wanting to open her mouth. She was afraid the delightful aroma would escape!

After eating her fill, Tang Qingying rubbed her little belly in satisfaction and nodded contentedly.

"That was incredible! What’s for lunch?"

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

Please have some respect for the food that’s still digesting in your stomach.

Did you really need to start dreaming about the next meal before this one was processed?

He smirked faintly. Women.

After resting for a bit, Tang Qingying proactively gathered the dishes from the table, washed them all, and placed them neatly in the sterilizer.

Having finished up in the kitchen, Tang Qingying cheerfully called to Han Qiwu, "I’m all full! Let’s head back out for some horseback riding fun."

"You’ll be riding solo this time. The little horse isn’t old enough to carry two people." Han Qiwu shrugged regretfully and lifted Tang Qingying back onto the small horse.

"You’re so strong! How come you don’t look all bulky and overly muscular?" Tang Qingying asked curiously.

Han Qiwu chuckled. "I’m a naturally strong farmer. Alright, let me guide you through the fields outside—we’ll take in some spring scenery."

"Sounds great!" Tang Qingying nodded in agreement. She casually pulled out two strawberries and offered one to Han Qiwu. "Want one?"

"Where’d you get these strawberries?" Han Qiwu found the berries strangely familiar.

Tang Qingying replied confidently, "From the kitchen! I also grabbed some mulberries!"

Han Qiwu: "....."

He had indeed washed those fruits, intending to save them for later. But somehow, she’d gone and taken them anyway?!

Noticing Han Qiwu’s wordless exasperation, Tang Qingying reached out, patting his head. "It’s fine! I’ve got multiple stomachs, see? If you don’t believe me, make me a cup of milk tea—I swear I can still drink it!"

"No more food for you. Save it for later!" Han Qiwu leaped up to snatch the strawberry from Tang Qingying’s hand, popping it into his mouth.

Tang Qingying made a mock disgruntled noise but promptly reached for some mulberries, eating one after another. Juice dribbled down her fingers, staining her arms a vivid purple-red, but she paid it no mind.

She raised her hand up high. Out of reach!

Bleh bleh bleh!

Han Qiwu chuckled softly.

Just that bit of height?

Even without traditional soil-caked boots, a simple leap and he’d get it.

He bent his knees, sprang up over three meters, plucked a mulberry from her hand, and popped it into his mouth.

Not bad—Mr. Tang certainly had an eye for quality. The mulberries she’d picked were all very sweet.

Or perhaps their sweetness came from something other than the fruit itself.

Joking, laughing, and playfully bickering, the two strolled leisurely through the fields for over an hour.

As their conversation deepened, Han Qiwu learned from Tang Qingying about the recent global grain yield reductions. The root cause was still unclear, and several schools of thought—seed factions, soil factions, weather factions—had formed around the issue.

Of course, despite their differing approaches, everyone shared the same ultimate goal: solving the problem.

Tang Qingying’s institute belonged to the seed faction, primarily focusing on improving seeds to address the issue. They’d recently had some preliminary ideas, but progress was still limited.

"Luckily, the trend of reduced yields isn’t too pronounced yet, so we still have some time. We’ll just take it step by step," Tang Qingying said, swaying her head lightly. "Sitting for so long has made me stiff. I want to get down and walk with you for a bit."

"Alright, there’s no stool here, so step on the stirrup and lean on me to get down." Han Qiwu stood beside Tang Qingying as she stepped onto the right stirrup and naturally caught her when she slid down.

This time, his ears didn’t turn red.

His skin had thickened.

Meanwhile, Tang Qingying’s earlobes had turned an unmistakable pink, and her head hung low.

Like a little bunny.

Just then, a lively childlike voice piped up from behind them.

"Handsome brother! Is this your pretty sister-in-law? Hello, sister-in-law!"