Farming Games are All About Grinding-Chapter 15 Mission: Yimeng Spirit

"By the way, do you offer full-body therapy here? What's the charge?" Han Qiwu asked directly.

"Huh? How did you know? Yeah, we do, but it's a bit pricey—150 per hour," Hu Qi made up on the spot. Though she had learned full-body therapy before, clinics like this typically didn't have rehabilitation departments, and she'd never actually practiced it.

If Han Qiwu hadn't just helped her deal with those two people, she wouldn't have agreed to help.

Hu Qi didn't like owing people favors.

"150 per session? If I did it every day, that's 4,500 a month. My little savings won't last more than a few months!" Han Qiwu gasped audibly.

"So, does this clinic have any membership discounts? Maybe like a 'pay for five sessions, get one free' deal?" Han Qiwu asked carefully. It was expensive, and he couldn't manage it for long.

"Not at the moment," Hu Qi shook her head.

"Alright then, let's do it!" Han Qiwu scanned the QR code to pay, his heart aching.

I'll make it back fishing this afternoon!

Hu Qi glanced outside, then walked over and pulled down the shop's rolling shutter from the inside.

Han Qiwu: "????"

Why would a full-body therapy session require closing the shutters?

But seeing Hu Qi's casual and effortless way of pulling them down, he dared not question her.

A brute-strength nurse—best not to provoke her.

"The buildings in town aren't very tall, and it's windy here. If we don't close it, it'd be like not even pulling it down," Hu Qi explained.

One hour later.

Looking at the fourteen marks from the cupping on his back in the mirror, Han Qiwu was on the verge of tears.

Full-body therapy, huh? How did it turn into a sneaky cupping session halfway through?

[Full-body therapy complete. 100 gold deducted.]

After buying seeds and doing therapy, Han Qiwu was left with only 1,545 gold.

Still, spending money did have its benefits. Han Qiwu could clearly feel he was as energized as if he'd had a good night's sleep. Even the lingering weakness from his cold had vanished.

Time to fish for the whole afternoon!

"Alright, just remember not to bathe within six hours," Hu Qi said while tidying up.

"Can I come back for therapy again tomorrow?" Han Qiwu suddenly asked, realizing a problem. Cupping marks took a long time to fade, and the ones on his back were particularly dark.

A deep, glowing purple!

"Come back tomorrow? Are you dreaming or what?"

Hu Qi shook her sore arm. "Wait until the marks on your back fade a bit before your next session. It's actually pretty tiring to do."

Of course. This meant he couldn't frequently rely on this method to restore energy.

Well, that works. Saves money too.

Han Qiwu took it in stride.

The main reason being he was broke.

"Thanks for your effort. Oh, I picked some raspberries this morning. Try some." Fully dressed, Han Qiwu took a bag of raspberries out and handed it over.

He wanted to see if they also had restorative effects on others.

At least for Brother Jing, eating golden-grade dishes indeed boosted his martial arts practice efficiency.

"Oh, so you actually know about these?" Hu Qi happily walked over and started eating. She first tried a few normal raspberries, then spotted the large ones Han Qiwu had intentionally brought out (ordinary quality), and ate one whole in a single bite.

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"Ahhh! This is way too delicious! What kind of divine raspberry is this? Where did you find it?" Hu Qi exclaimed in disbelief after swallowing.

"Just followed a group of aunties and stumbled upon them. If you like, I'll bring more next time," Han Qiwu replied with a smile. "If I can get a discount, that'd be even better."

"Want your leg 'discounted' instead?" Hu Qi asked sweetly, her eyes squinting.

"No, no need! I have things to do. See you next time!" Han Qiwu quickly waved his hands and slipped out the clinic's back door.

Watching his retreating figure, Hu Qi suddenly chuckled. "This kid is actually kinda funny." She stretched her arm again, feeling much better.

By the time he left the clinic, it was already noon. Han Qiwu's stomach rumbled as he found a place along the street to eat at Li Hu's Old-Style Double-Layered Intestine Noodles shop.

"Boss, add two more sections of intestines!" Han Qiwu called out mid-bite, thoroughly enjoying himself.

"Got it! Coming right up!"

Just as he was about to start eating, he caught a glimpse of an elderly man slowly walking in.

The old man was dressed in a worn but clean green military uniform. Though his pace was slow, his back was straight. He found a seat at a corner table and skillfully ordered a bowl of intestine noodles.

"Looks like a veteran," Han Qiwu thought but didn't disturb him. He had immense respect for these elder soldiers who had given their youth and effort.

"Xiao Li, any word on what I asked you to look into last time?" the old man, clearly a regular, asked the boss while waiting for his noodles.

"Uncle Chen, I've asked around in the nearby towns, but no one knows how to make flapjacks. There aren't many Qilu people here. I'll keep asking for you," the middle-aged boss replied.

"Thanks for the trouble," Uncle Chen said with a smile. He then discreetly pulled out fifty yuan and tucked it under his bowl.

The boss didn't notice this, but Han Qiwu saw it all clearly.

"Maybe a northern veteran?" Han Qiwu pondered, wondering if there was anything he could do to help.

[Quest Triggered: Yimeng Spirit]

[Quest Content: Help the veteran Chen Dashan fulfill his wish of eating Yimeng-style flapjacks again.]

[Quest Reward: Unknown]

Accept the quest?

A quest?!

Han Qiwu smirked and accepted.

Yimeng flapjacks, huh? Han Qiwu was beginning to piece it together. As he ate his noodles, he started thinking of ways to complete the quest.

But even after finishing his meal, Han Qiwu still didn't have a good solution. He searched online for flapjack recipes. The recipes seemed straightforward, but making it taste like the Yimeng flapjacks the old man yearned for? Tough!

Flapjacks are unique to every household, every person. To fulfill this quest, it was going to take real effort.

"I'll order some ingredients first. If it's not up to scratch, I'll just eat it myself," Han Qiwu muttered. Without hesitation, he placed an order on JD for different types of flour and a gas griddle. It would arrive tomorrow.

After leaving the noodle shop, Han Qiwu planned to spend the afternoon fishing by the river. After dinner, he'd get to planting the seeds he bought today, freeing up time tomorrow to experiment with flapjacks.

Once he reached the riverbank, Han Qiwu pulled up and immediately spotted some familiar faces.

Huang Mao and Red Hair had brought their lackeys and split into two groups, guarding four or five fishing rods each.

Even from a distance, he could hear their loud squabbling.

"Pass!"

"Boom, take that!"

"Think I can't wipe you out with 17 cards?"

Fishing while playing Dou Dizhu—impressive multitasking.

Han Qiwu pulled his jacket higher to cover the cupping marks on the back of his neck. Keeping a cautious thirty-meter distance, he found a bubbling spot, set up his fishing stool, and cast his line.

"Brother Huang! That guy's here to fish too!" a sneaky lackey shouted loudly as he tried to steal cards.

Huang Mao and another man instinctively looked up, giving the sneaky lackey just enough time to complete his move successfully!

"Well, look who it is! Let's go check it out," Huang Mao said, using the opportunity to shuffle his terrible hand back into the deck. "That's it! I'm done playing."

The sneaky lackey, who had just nabbed the three-airplane combo he'd been dreaming of, didn't even get to play before being forced to call it quits.