As soon as Li Haochen returned, the peach-leaf pink little Aima beneath him immediately caught the eyes of the two women, making them unable to move.
Pushing Li Haochen aside, the two women rode off on the electric scooter.
"Hey, be careful, don't go too fast."
The two women rode wobbly, which terrified Li Haochen. Fortunately, they soon became skilled, and he relaxed when he saw them riding competently.
After riding for more than half an hour, they rode back reluctantly as the battery was about to run out. "It's out of power."
Seeing that Murong Yanran was quite fond of the car, Li Haochen pushed it into the courtyard to charge, then walked out and took a taxi to the Aima specialty store, buying another electric scooter of the same model and color, light blue.
Back home, he was inevitably chided by Murong Yanran. Although she chided him verbally, she was secretly delighted. She took the key and attached a delicate keychain, which sparkled and looked beautiful.
The three sat on the sofa, drinking coconut water and watching "I Am a Singer." The two orioles sang along as they watched, their chirps and warbles creating a feast for the eyes and ears.
After playing for a while, Liu Zijun smartly returned to her room, secretly giving Murong Yanran a knowing glance as she left.
"I'm tired."
"Mmm, I'll massage them."
Just as Li Haochen was about to stand up, Murong Yanran stretched her fair legs onto his lap, her small face flushed. "My legs are tired."
Her straight legs were like smooth, white jade, flawless. Her toes, painted with a glistening cherry red, twitched playfully. Li Haochen was captivated, momentarily stunned.
Murong Yanran secretly smiled, nudged Li Haochen's palm with her foot. "What are you staring at? Massage them."
"Uh, oh..."
He had been massaging a lot lately, so his technique was proficient. Massaging legs was a trivial matter. Li Haochen began to massage them. Murong Yanran looked delighted, a smile on her lips, and watched the TV screen, unsure if it was the show or her inner happiness that pleased her.
"I'm full, you drink it, there's still a lot." Murong Yanran placed the coconut water she had drunk a few sips from by Li Haochen's mouth, then turned her face away as if to watch television.
Without thinking, Li Haochen grabbed the straw and slurped down the coconut water in a few gulps.
Murong Yanran stole a glance and smiled proudly again.
She stretched and yawned, "I'm sleepy, carry me upstairs."
"Okay." Li Haochen squatted down, and Murong Yanran easily hung on him.
As he exited the door, Murong Yanran sneakily kissed his cheek again, making his heart race.
In a good mood, he drove the little Aima, humming a tune, to the newly rented warehouse and replaced the anti-theft lock.
He locked the main door, closed the windows, and after a careful check for any hidden dangers, he entered the space.
As soon as he entered, a salty sea breeze mixed with the fresh scent of coconut fruit blew against his face.
He walked around Jiuzhou Island and checked the beach. "Hmm, good, it's grown a bit more than last time."
Li Haochen measured it with his palm. It was now growing about 20 centimeters per day, which was a lot over a year, tens of meters. He could plant several rows of coconut trees.
After so many uses, the blade of the fruit-picking artifact had already chipped in several places. After replacing the blade, Li Haochen began a new round of human-coconut battles. This time, it wasn't a joke. With such a large warehouse, he had to pick diligently.
He rested when he was tired and continued picking when he had rested enough. He repeated this process, not knowing how much he had picked, but it was a lot.
"It's almost time, I'll dig some stone clam shells and then go out."
Since Li Haochen made stone clam rice last time, Murong Yanran had fallen in love with its freshness. Unfortunately, he had dug very few stone clam shells into the space back then. Even after one or two years, they had not reproduced much. He had specifically looked for them when he first entered Butterfly Bay, but unfortunately, there were none here.
"It seems I need to dig more when I go home for National Day. And there are no nine-clawed clams here either, sigh!"
There were too many coconut fruits, and Li Haochen took several trips to carry them out, filling the 120-square-meter courtyard, enough for five days for two stores.
He went to the branch store and gave the spare key to Alang. After watching for a while, he left. When he returned home, he had two bunches of Sunshine Rose grapes in his hand. They had a faint rose fragrance, plump berries, and were tempting green. However, they were a bit expensive, fifty yuan per jin.
"Huh, why does it smell so good?"
Li Haochen sniffed eagerly, his face filled with intoxication. He walked into the kitchen and saw Murong Yanran humbly asking Liu Zijun for cooking tips.
Indeed, Liu Zijun's cooking skills were remarkable. She handled a small non-stick frying pan like a circus performer, tossing the ingredients and flipping them with a flourish, just like foreign celebrity chefs on television.
Moreover, the dishes she made were garnished to look like works of art, possessing color, aroma, and taste.
"Wow, it smells so good!"
"Go wash up quickly, you smell of sweat." Murong Yanran didn't mind Li Haochen's sweaty odor and took the grapes from his hand.
She took out the grapes, cut them one by one with scissors, and placed them in a basin. She took out a packet of cornstarch, scooped two spoonfuls, added another spoonful of salt, and stirred.
When Li Haochen came out after his bath, the dining table was already set, with several candles lit. She said it was for a sense of ceremony. What made Li Haochen extremely frustrated was that the iced wine he had hidden had actually appeared on the dining table.
The two women looked at Li Haochen and giggled, as if saying, "Little one, let's see where else you can hide things."
Liu Zijun's cooking skills were not just for show; the few dishes she made were indeed delicious, just like those in restaurants, making Li Haochen's mouth greasy.
"Why are you eating so fast?" Murong Yanran took out two tissues to wipe the corners of his mouth.
"Ah, my stomach is always a bit uncomfortable." Liu Zijun clutched her stomach, feigning discomfort.
"What's wrong? Do you want to go to the hospital?"
"Yes, don't let it get inflamed, it's too much trouble."
"Pfft… I can't digest the dog food I'm eating all day long… Hahaha!"
"..."
"You guys eat first."
Liu Zijun walked into the kitchen, put on heat-resistant gloves, and went to the large iron pot. She carried out three steaming coconut waters on a large plate.
"What is this? Cooked coconut water?" Li Haochen asked, looking at the steaming coconut water with confusion.
"Hehe, this is good stuff. It nourishes yin and tonifies the kidneys, it's a gas station for men and a beauty salon for women. Try it while it's hot."
Liu Zijun opened the top of the coconut, and a rich aroma immediately wafted out. "This is called coconut soup. The method varies from region to region. Mine is an ancestral secret recipe. My family even produced imperial chefs back then, and this recipe came from the palace."
The golden, clear soup was like ambrosia. The rich medicinal herbs and the fragrant coconut juice were perfectly blended, emitting an alluring aroma. Li Haochen, ignoring the heat, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it a few times with pursed lips, and sent it into his mouth.
"It's so delicious, the soup is mellow, it warms the stomach and moistens the intestines. The lingering fragrance remains in the stomach." In a short while, Li Haochen had finished the entire bowl of coconut soup, scraping the coconut flesh clean, still looking unsatisfied.