Farming Games are All About Grinding

"It can't be, you've seen the things your son grew before, right? Those scallions grew into giant onions, no idea how he bought those seeds." After washing the fruits, Mrs. Han fed a strawberry to Mr. Han and said.

"That was years ago. If your daughter-in-law comes in the future, you must not bring up old stories." Mr. Han chewed the strawberry and said excitedly, "This strawberry is really good, you should try it."

Hearing this, Mrs. Han also picked up a strawberry to taste. She wasn't fond of strawberries initially, but upon tasting this one, she exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, this strawberry is quite fragrant. Where did our son get it from?"

"Let's go ask."

After leaving the kitchen, Mr. and Mrs. Han exchanged a glance. Before they could speak, Han Qiwu on the sofa proactively said, "Dad, Mom, my partner is my graduate advisor, Mr. Tang, Tang Qingying. You should have seen her photo when I sent the application letter."

"What? Your teacher?"

Mrs. Han's expression was very conflicted. After a pause, she cautiously asked, "How old is she? Does she have any kids?"

Mr. Han pulled Mrs. Han away disdainfully, recalling, "I remember now. She's the brilliant teacher you mentioned before, quiet and elegant, probably the same age as you, right?"

"Yes, that's her." Han Qiwu nodded.

As for Mrs. Han's question, he didn't want to answer at all.

What does she mean by 'any kids'? Where is Mom's mind going?

"Same age? Oh right, I remember! The beautiful lady on your college's notice board, isn't it? Oh, this is excellent! I knew it, my handsome son would definitely find a great beauty!" Mrs. Han always admitted to being a superficial woman.

Mrs. Han, blushing in excitement, leaned back on the sofa and asked, "How did you get together? Tell your dad and me, he's super curious."

"Hey, hey, hey, comrade, I'm not curious, don't bring me into this." Mr. Han waved his hand and said.

Han Qiwu chuckled, took a strawberry and asked while eating, "How does it taste? I grew it myself."

Switching topics awkwardly is fine as long as the new topic is captivating enough.

Upon hearing his words, Mrs. Han indeed curiously asked, "You really grew it yourself? It tastes great! As long as the cost isn't outrageous, you'll surely make a fortune! Son, you're going places!"

"Don't listen to your mom. Is this a new variety your teacher developed? The fruit shape is quite good, and the weight should be over 20 grams, meeting the standard of premium-grade fruits." Mr. Han also picked up a big strawberry and evaluated it.

Han Qiwu nodded and said, "Yes, this batch of strawberries almost all meets the premium-grade standard, but I can't breed them yet. They can only be planted in the lab; I'll study them carefully later."

"Alright, alright, but son, don't be too hasty. Although you're not young anymore, if you get married this year, you'll definitely need to buy a house. Your mom and I still have some savings. By then, selling this old house to cover the down payment for you two in the city center won't be a problem," Mrs. Han said while removing the strawberry stem and putting it in Han Qiwu's hand.

Hearing this, Han Qiwu felt a pang of emotion. After taking the strawberry, he excused himself to get some air and stood on the balcony looking outside.

Such is the heart of parents in the world.

Even though Mr. and Mrs. Han weren't wealthy, they had always provided the best education for him as much as they could, helping him learn about the world and how to interact with it.

Leaning against the window, Han Qiwu shook his head slightly. He wouldn't use his parents' money to buy a house in the city center, nor let them sell their old house to get him a new one.

However, Mrs. Han's words also made Han Qiwu realize that if he wants to further develop his relationship with Mr. Tang, he must show Tang's parents his capabilities and prove he can bring happiness to Tang.

Imagine. Which parents would want to let their cherished daughter go out and suffer with a poor boy?

Money, certainly needs to be earned.

"From the current situation, finding a way to research seeds for high-quality strawberries is the best way to earn money. Once the seed characteristics are stable and legally recognized, it will be a cash cow." Standing by the window, Han Qiwu thought a little while and made up his mind.

"Dinner's ready, dinner's ready."

While Han Qiwu was pondering, Mr. and Mrs. Han finished cooking. Apart from the seafood that Han Qiwu brought back, Mrs. Han also made spicy chicken, braised pork, garlic sprouts stir-fried with sausage, and mapo tofu, all of which were Han Qiwu's favorite dishes.

"The rice is cooked with the grains you brought back, it'll take another ten minutes, let's start with the dishes." Mrs. Han happily took out three cups and poured in homemade plum wine one by one.

This plum wine was a recipe Mrs. Han learned from her grandmother, made with high-quality green plums and Luzhou high-proof white wine. The finished product blends the fruity sweetness of plums with the strong aroma of the spirit, a captivating fusion.

"Let me say a few words, today is a double happiness day. We're happy our son is home, and even happier that he has a partner. We should share this joy with your grandparents and great-grandparents when we go back to our hometown this afternoon, so they can also be happy." Mr. Han raised his cup and said.

"Exactly, exactly, Old Han, your words are quite right today, you deserve a small drumstick as a reward." Mrs. Han happily clinked her cup.

"Let's not empty the cup with this wine, otherwise we won't have room for the dishes." Han Qiwu smiled and clinked his cup.

After putting down the cup, Mrs. Han picked up a chicken wing for Mr. Han.

"Only a small drumstick?" Mr. Han pouted.

"Of course, the big drumstick is for my son." Mrs. Han said proudly, picking up the big drumstick and then placing two slices of braised pork in Han Qiwu's bowl.

The freshly made braised pork quivered, with the aroma of the meat and dried vegetables mixed, drifting into Han Qiwu's nose.

No matter how delicious outside food is, it can never be a mother's cooking.

After about ten minutes, hearing the sound from the rice cooker, Han Qiwu quickly held Mrs. Han's hand and said, "I'll get it."

He needed to check if there were any special effects first.

Wouldn't want a dragon coming out and scaring Mom.

Fortunately, when he entered the kitchen, the steam above the rice cooker seemed quite tame.

He quickly scooped three bowls of rice and returned to the dining table.

"Xiao Han, did you grow this rice too? It's light golden in color?" Mrs. Han asked in surprise.

"No, no, a friend made this, it's safe to eat." Han Qiwu added, "The taste of this rice is really good, you should try it." After saying this, he picked up a piece of sausage and placed it on his rice, eating it together.

The oil from the sausage seeped into the rice, enhancing the fragrance, both flavors melding with every chew.

So delicious!!