Word Spirit Farming System

“Only let my wife care.”

The hunting team in the village quickly set off, and for a while, the entire Tie Village became visibly depressed.

After a few busy days, Cheng Yun distributed the vegetables he had collected to Bao’er and Aunt Wang, and then started thinking about hot pot with Yang Hongjin.

He shared this idea with Liu Wen. Although the overall plan had not taken shape yet, just the idea itself was enough to make Liu Wen excited.

So these past few days, Cheng Yun went to Yueqiong Tower every day, as if he was studying food with Liu Wen again, except this time he didn’t suggest leaving Yang Hongjin behind at home but took him along wherever he went.

During lunch at Yueqiong Tower, while watching Cheng Yun take care of Yang Hongjin meticulously, as if he was afraid he would go hungry, putting food in his bowl and even feeding him, Liu Wen’s eyes turned sour, and he said, “Can you please tone it down? I’m all alone here, and yet you two are so affectionate in front of me. Should I even bother eating this meal?”

Cheng Yun’s hand froze in midair, as if caught red-handed. With a blush on his face, he withdrew his hand and put the fish he was going to feed Yang Hongjin into his own mouth instead, retorting, “I’m just afraid he won’t eat enough, and I’ll have to cook another meal when we get home.”

Liu Wen said, “Even a pig would be well-fed with you!”

Cheng Yun glanced at him sideways, Liu Wen knowing he had misspoken put on a gesture of surrender.

He brought up the main topic, “I asked the blacksmith about the kind of pot you mentioned. They said it can be made, but they haven’t tried it before, so it will take some time to figure it out.”

“Okay,” Cheng Yun nodded. After looking at it for a moment, he couldn’t help but reach out and wipe Yang Hongjin’s mouth, saying, “The main issue is the boiler. How can we make the stove smaller so that it can be placed on every table and continuously provide heat?”

At first, they envisioned using a coal stove, but when they tried it, the coal ash was too pungent and filled the entire room with smoke in just a few minutes. So they had to give up on that idea.

Liu Wen had been pondering this issue these past few days and had a contemplative look when he went to the blacksmith’s shop. The blacksmith asked him what was on his mind.

So they spent an entire afternoon discussing it with the blacksmith, and finally, they came up with some ideas. Liu Wen took out a drawing and told Cheng Yun, “Take a look, this is the result of my discussion with the blacksmith.”

He pointed at the drawing and made a few gestures. “The pot you mentioned is meant to have one side for clear broth and the other side for spicy broth. But considering the need for heating at the bottom, the blacksmith suggested making the pot with an outer and inner circle, with clear broth on the outside and spicy broth on the inside. They would dig out a hollow section at the bottom where charcoal can be placed for heating. There would also be a small door on the outside to conceal the smoke and ash.”

As soon as Cheng Yun saw the drawing, his eyes lit up, and after listening to Liu Wen’s explanation, he was completely convinced.

Wasn’t this the traditional copper hot pot commonly used in their future!

He took the drawing and thought for a moment, adding a few strokes to restore the styles he had seen before as accurately as possible.

“We can cast two layers of copper plates at the pot’s position to separate the broths, creating a dual hot pot. The bottom and the middle channel will be directly connected, with charcoal placed from below. The top opening can have two iron plates attached to resemble a switch, so we can control the heat of the pot ourselves.”

Cheng Yun gestured, “If the broth is too hot, we can open the iron plates to allow air circulation and cool it down. And when it’s not hot enough, we can close them to trap the heat inside and speed up the cooking process.”

Liu Wen looked and looked again, feeling that Cheng Yun’s modification was brilliant!

He had tasted single-pot hot pot before, even with simple ingredients and without the careful cooking of a chef, the food turned out to be delicious. This hot pot had many advantages, saving the trouble of hiring a chef. Everything would be self-service, and with proper management, the profits would easily surpass ordinary restaurants. Plus, they could create a gimmick and instantly attract customers.

Liu Wen’s mind became more active, and the two of them worked together to improve many details, and the appearance of the hot pot was basically finalized.

Liu Wen was excited, with a flushed face. Unable to sit still after eating only half of the meal, he quickly put on his clothes, took the drawing, and headed straight to the blacksmith’s shop.

Cheng Yun looked helpless, but without outsiders around, he enjoyed the peace.

He didn’t want to admit his little thoughts. Lately, the rumors in the village had become more and more outrageous. Not only Aunt Wang, but other people had come to him with similar words. To avoid trouble, Cheng Yun brought Yang Hongjin out in a fit of anger.

He looked at Yang Hongjin’s carefree appearance and became annoyed. He reached out and pinched his face, glaring at him with irritation.

Yang Hongjin, with a mouthful of food, was suddenly pinched, and a grain of rice was still hanging from the corner of his mouth. He looked puzzled and asked, “Wife?”

Cheng Yun couldn’t help but laugh at his expression and reached out to wipe his face, saying, “Your wife is upset.”

Yang Hongjin became nervous as soon as he heard it. He hurriedly put down the spoon and held Cheng Yun’s head, taking two breaths before saying, “Wife is not sad.” Then he leaned his own face over and said, “Hongjin let you pinch.”

Cheng Yun was instantly amused but still maintained a serious face. He obediently pinched Yang Hongjin with force, causing Yang Hongjin’s eyebrows to furrow before releasing him.

Seeing that Yang Hongjin’s face was red from being pinched, Cheng Yun immediately felt sorry for him. However, before he could comfort him, Yang Hongjin wore a pitiful expression and said, “Hongjin is in pain.”

Cheng Yun’s anger disappeared instantly.

He cupped Yang Hongjin’s face and rubbed it while soothing him. He couldn’t help but mutter to himself, “You big idiot. When I’m upset, you come over and let me pinch you. If someone else says they’re upset, would you let them pinch you too? Only I would care for you, and you take advantage of me.”

His tone carried a hint of sourness that he wasn’t even aware of. The thought of someone in the village eyeing his husband made him angry.

Yang Hongjin enjoyed being comforted by his wife and said in a plausible manner, “Only let my wife pinch, only let my wife care.”

Cheng Yun laughed at his antics and poked his forehead, saying, “You’re learning to be smooth-tongued now.”

“Only smooth-tongued with my wife!”

Cheng Yun finally realized that whenever Yang Hongjin used the phrase ‘only let my wife do something,’ he would instantly feel happy. This fool must have known that this trick was effective, so he always used it on Cheng Yun. He reluctantly admitted that he was easily swayed and wondered why this guy suddenly became clever.

The two of them exchanged all sorts of sweet nothings, and Cheng Yun’s mood could easily be swayed by this idiot. Before long, the previous gloominess was gone. But Yang Hongjin seemed unsatisfied and kept bringing his face close to Cheng Yun, saying he was hurt from being pinched and wanted kisses. Cheng Yun couldn’t do anything but blush and give him two kisses.

After having dinner in town, the two of them returned home. Cheng Yun helped Yang Hongjin take a bath, and he quickly freshened up himself. Seeing that it was still early, Cheng Yun took out the account book to do some calculations.

Their business had been thriving recently. Li Fan would bring people to transport goods every five days, and each time they would earn a stable income of three to four taels of silver. After only a month, Cheng Yun’s pocket had gained three to four taels of silver. Similarly, Bao’er and Aunt Wang could also receive a similar amount.

During the previous period, Cheng Yun sold a few recipes to Liu Wen, and with a wave of his hand, Liu Wen gave him fifty taels. Together with the savings from before, Cheng Yun now had nearly a hundred taels of silver in his pocket. It would be no problem to buy a house in town or even in Nanming City.

However, Cheng Yun didn’t plan to do that. Tie Village had a comfortable environment, although there were some eccentric individuals, the majority of the people were still kind-hearted. Moreover, this was his and Yang Hongjin’s roots. They had lived here for so long, so there was some sentimental attachment.

He thought about how to make good use of this money, such as opening a shop in town or something similar, but he couldn’t come up with a good idea for the time being.

Suddenly, there was a shadow above Cheng Yun’s head. He turned his head and saw Yang Hongjin standing beside him, looking down at him.

“What’s wrong?” Cheng Yun put down his pen and squeezed his hand. “Are you thirsty?”

“Not thirsty.” Yang Hongjin shook his head. “Wife, let’s go to sleep.”

Cheng Yun checked the time and said, “It’s still early. I’ll take a look first. If you’re tired, you can go to sleep. You don’t have to wait for me.”

“No, I want wife.” Yang Hongjin insisted, “Wife, let’s sleep.”

Cheng Yun paused for a moment and saw his determination. Considering that there was no urgent matter at hand, he obediently tidied up his things.

Yang Hongjin happily held his hand and led him back to the room. He even took the initiative to blow out the candle. After Cheng Yun got into bed, Yang Hongjin hugged him tightly, rubbed his face, and happily said, “Wife, you smell nice.”

Cheng Yun was confused by his series of actions. He didn’t even react until he was being hugged tightly. He tapped his hand helplessly and said, “What’s wrong with you? I can’t breathe properly.”

Yang Hongjin was scared by his words and quickly let go, trying to see Cheng Yun’s face in the dark. Seeing that he was fine, he let out a sigh of relief.

But soon, he became melancholic and said, “Before, wife used to hold me while sleeping, and now I want to hold my wife too!”

Cheng Yun felt embarrassed. Recently, the weather had turned colder, and several times he had fallen asleep and ended up hugging Yang Hongjin tightly on his own. He only realized what he had done the next day. He thought this fool didn’t understand anything, but now he was bringing up the past!

Cheng Yun turned his face away and didn’t look at him. However, after a while, he felt a warm presence behind him, and this time Yang Hongjin only dared to lightly embrace him, but the posture still encircled Cheng Yun in his arms.

Cheng Yun didn’t say anything more. He rubbed against Yang Hongjin, found a comfortable position, closed his eyes, and fell asleep with a faint smile on his lips.

Yang Hongjin could sense his subtle changes and his heart raced with joy. He wanted to hold Cheng Yun tightly, but he also remembered Cheng Yun’s earlier words, so he could only quietly, little by little, close the distance between them until their bodies were tightly pressed together.

Soon, Cheng Yun fell into a deep sleep and began to emit a rhythmic and steady breathing.

Yang Hongjin softly called out, “Wife,” but there was no response. He propped himself up slightly, trying to see Cheng Yun’s face.

When he confirmed that Cheng Yun was really asleep, he happily leaned in and gave Cheng Yun a kiss on the lips. He kissed him multiple times until he was satisfied and let out a contented sigh.

With his face against Cheng Yun’s face, he whispered in his ear, “Wife, I really like you.”