Wang Qin was indeed enjoying some fruit at this moment.
“These are freshly picked sugar tangerines—purely sweet, seedless, and without any pith. Just showing off is enough.”
There was no orchard nearby, yet Jiang Yunlu somehow managed to find a whole basket of sugar tangerines.
Peeling one open was all it took to start eating.
With thin skin and thick flesh, Lin Mo easily showed off by devouring three of them.
Just as Chu Miaomiao reached out to grab the fourth, Lin Mo raised a hand and lightly tapped the back of her hand.
“Don’t eat so many, or you’ll turn into a little Minion.”
Chu Miaomiao looked up: “Wai-bi-ba-bu?”
“That’s Dave,” Lin Mo corrected.
Probably because she had showcased her voice acting talent in front of Xie Yuling earlier today, Chu Miaomiao was starting to let loose.
Jiang Yunlu had only eaten two.
Hearing Lin Mo’s words, she put down the third sugar tangerine.
Xie Yuling didn’t like overly sweet fruit, especially sugar tangerines, which were high in sugar and could easily cause internal heat.
At this moment, Wang Qin wore a bitter expression. “Why didn’t you say so earlier? I’m already on my fifth.”
...
Fang Jun introduced many of the facilities inside the farmstead, including the hot springs, before leading everyone to check in.
Each participant paid two hundred yuan, basically a fair price with any excess refunded.
You could say two hundred yuan was definitely a discounted rate.
Fang Jun had already sent the requirements and the list to He Guoan, so the room assignments were fixed.
To avoid any mishaps, the girls either shared rooms or had single rooms.
Absolutely no mixed-gender rooms were allowed.
Even An Yuexin and Mai Chuwen didn’t object—they weren’t that unreasonable.
Lin Mo got a single room, Xie Yuling and Chu Miaomiao shared one, Jiang Yunlu and Wang Qin shared another...
After everyone put down their luggage, they immediately went out.
There was still an hour before dinner, so everyone planned to take a stroll.
Fang Jun, as the leader, gave careful reminders.
“Don’t go alone. At least pair up in twos.
If you have any issues, you can call my phone or the farmstead’s phone directly.”
After the thorough briefing, everyone dispersed.
The weather had turned chilly, so no one was foolish enough to go play in the reservoir.
Even if they wanted to fish, they didn’t have any fishing gear.
“Well, since there’s still an hour before dinner, how about a thrilling game of Three Kingdoms Kill?” Fang Jun called out.
Lin Mo was pulled into the game.
The girls didn’t cling to Lin Mo, so the four of them paired up and wandered around.
Playing as Huang Gai, Lin Mo surprisingly won as the traitor.
This infuriated loyalist Lin Jiajun, who cursed the foolish ruler An Yuexin.
After all, Huang Gai was quite a deceptive character.
At the start, Lin Mo didn’t use the “Self-inflicted Injury” tactic but played steadily, first equipping a +1/-1 horse.
Then Fang Jun, the rebel, began probing attacks on others.
Once Lin Mo was certain, he used “Self-inflicted Injury,” taking out Fang Jun, the rebel, first, then used three cards and two peaches to heal.
Holding the Zhuge Crossbow and equipped with the Eight Trigrams, Lin Mo was both offensive and defensive.
Towards the end, Lin Jiajun’s Guo Jia was killed by the lord An Yuexin.
An Yuexin had to discard all his cards.
Lin Mo then countered with an ultimate “Self-inflicted Injury,” leaving only a single point of health and took down An Yuexin’s lordship.
Of course, the live version of Three Kingdoms Kill included some off-table gameplay.
Using words to confuse others—that’s a kind of joy you just don’t get in the online version.
As long as you’re quick with your tongue, the lord won’t suspect a thing.
After finishing his message, He Guoan walked in and said, “It’s almost time to eat. You guys should settle your seats first.”
The food was all arranged by the farm.
Fang Jun immediately notified everyone to come back for the meal. Since he was the group leader, a single group @ was enough.
Everyone received the message quickly.
The girls and boys were separated into three tables.
One table for the girls, two tables for the boys.
On each table, there were two bottles of coconut milk or cola.
The first dish to arrive was the roast chicken, with its golden, slightly reddish skin steaming hot. The golden chicken juice was already dripping down between the meat fibers.
“This is free-range chicken raised by my uncle’s place. It’s the best kind—crispy skin, tender meat.”
“What’s ‘free-range chicken’ exactly?” one of the boys suddenly asked.
Fang Jun was caught off guard; he had no idea what free-range chicken meant.
At that moment, Lin Mo spoke up, “Free-range chicken refers to hens that haven’t started laying eggs yet. These young beauties are perfect for roasting.”
“You really know your stuff. Roast chicken is best made with these young hens because the skin crisps up nicely and the meat stays tender. If you use capons, the roasting time has to be longer, and you might end up drying out all the juices.”
He Guoan brought out a second plate of roast chicken.
“Dig in quickly. I roasted this chicken over lychee wood. Once it cools down, it won’t taste as good.”
The boys and girls all started picking up their chopsticks.
He Guoan clearly knew everyone would be polite and hesitant, so he had someone cut the chicken legs in half.
That way, no one had to hesitate over who got the drumsticks or wings.
Everything was already cut into pieces.
Next came the roast ribs.
There was an even bigger portion of those.
Then came chicken giblet claypot rice, sizzling tofu, salted vegetable hearts, five-spice fried eggs...
Finally, every table had a pot of five-fingered peach chicken soup. The faint coconut aroma from the five-fingered peach made everyone want to have a few bowls.
Everyone praised the food while eating.
Fang Jun ate while saying, “See? I didn’t shortchange you guys.”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
The girls’ table was also enjoying the meal happily.
But the girls were more reserved while eating. Their table sat right behind Lin Mo.
So when Lin Mo glanced back, he saw the girls had stopped eating, even though there were still many dishes left untouched on their table.
Without hesitation, he stood up and walked over.
“Hey, magnesium and aluminum, don’t mind if I sneak some food, right?”
The girls hadn’t expected Lin Mo to come over and ask, but they all nodded politely.
Xie Yuling immediately reached out and picked a rib.
“I knew you wouldn’t have enough to eat.”
Lin Mo quickly held out his bowl, “Thanks, I’m a big eater.”
This kind of intimate, natural gesture made Jiang Yunlu purse her lips, her fist tightening slightly under the table.
Wang Qin whispered beside her, “You should pick some too.”
Jiang Yunlu heard that and immediately used her chopsticks to pick a piece of tofu for Lin Mo.
“Here, have some. I’m already full.”
After putting down her chopsticks, she suddenly realized she had used her own chopsticks. Does that count as an indirect kiss?
The girls all used communal chopsticks.
The boys, on the other hand, didn’t think twice and just used their own.
Thinking about this, Jiang Yunlu couldn’t help but blush.
The girls at the table glanced at Lin Mo, then at Xie Yuling and Jiang Yunlu, and everyone could read the situation clearly.
But they all just smiled quietly; after all, it was better not to mention such things.
Only Chu Miaomiao stayed seated and didn’t offer Lin Mo any food.
She felt that if she kept serving him, the atmosphere would only become more awkward.
Quite a few of the boys still felt hungry and saw Lin Mo heading over to the girls’ side to sneak some food.
Meanwhile, Fang Jun had already started discussing the afternoon’s plans with everyone.

lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...

ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.