My love game is too abstract

Ji Xiaofei was excitedly watching the chickens in the yard.

"Since you like them so much, they're your responsibility now. You have to feed them every day, clean the coop, collect the eggs, and remember to let them out for a stroll," Yarrow said to Ji Xiaofei.

"Yarrow, what are their names?" Ji Xiaofei asked.

"Big Ji Ba, Little Ji Ba, whatever you like."

Yarrow took out the key and opened the door.

When he left, he really didn't expect to be gone for so long. A month had passed, and the house was covered in dust. He should have put on a dust cover.

He turned on the fluorescent stone lamp, and the orange-yellow light, combined with the sunset shining through the window, made the cozy little house feel especially warm.

"A soft sofa!"

Right after opening the door, Ji Xiaofei pounced on the sofa in the living room, only to be choked by the dust that rose up, causing her to sneeze.

"I didn't expect your house to be so stylish. I thought it would be more unkempt," Serena said, looking around.

Although the furniture was covered in a layer of dust, from the decoration and layout, it was clear that the owner had put a lot of thought into decorating the room. The floor was made of solid wood, emitting a pleasant scent of wood shavings. There were also two small pots of succulents by the window, and several landscape paintings hung on the wall, matching the wallpaper and the color of the sofa. A fluffy rug was also laid under the coffee table in the living room.

"Just kidding, I spent so much money, of course I have to treat it well, right? When it rains, I'm even afraid it will get wet, so I hold an umbrella for it first."

Hearing someone praise his decorating taste, Yarrow couldn't help but feel proud.

"Is your nest this small?"

A discordant voice suddenly rang out.

"Yeah, it's not as big as your palace, but aren't you this small now too?" Yarrow turned to look at Zexia.

The latter had a sullen face, glaring at Yarrow with extreme displeasure.

Zexia's current attitude really made him doubt the possibility of a successful conquest.

"There are rooms upstairs, all with beds. Choose one for yourselves. They might be a bit dusty, so just tidy them up a bit for tonight, and we'll do a thorough cleaning tomorrow," Yarrow said.

Although his house only had two floors, it was quite large, with a total of eight rooms. Besides the master bedroom on the first floor where he lived, the rooms upstairs were all empty. When he bought the land to build the house, the seller also gave him complete sets of furniture as a gift. Although the quality wasn't very good, they were new, so he left them in the house, never expecting them to come in handy now.

He brought a mop, intending to clean up the house, but Serena stopped him.

"Let me do it."

"That's not a good idea, you're not even walking comfortably right now," Yarrow said.

"Do you think I held a mop and mopped the floor when I was a bear?" Serena glanced at him.

Then, she slightly raised her hand, and a warm current of air gathered in her palm. A breeze blew through the house, and all the dust was stirred up by the current, gathering into a dirt ball the size of a billiard ball.

Serena waved her hand, and the dirt ball flew out the window. Then she waved her palm again, and water elements condensed, sweeping across the floor, table, and coffee table, making them as clean as new.

"It's really convenient to have magic," Yarrow said, touching the smooth and clean floor with admiration.

It usually took him two hours to do the work alone, but now it was done in less than a minute.

"This is the power of a Silver-rank mage," Serena said proudly.

"Then I'll leave all the house cleaning to you in the future! Serena."

"You really are impolite."

"Help me tidy up the rooms upstairs too. I'll go out for a bit."

"What are you going out for?"

Yarrow spread his hands: "I just remembered that there's no food at home. I'm going out to get something to eat, otherwise we'll all have to go hungry tonight."

There was no food left at home when he left, and it was so late now, so he could only go to the tavern at the village entrance to buy something to eat.

After explaining the matter, Yarrow went out and walked towards the tavern.

Halfway there, he passed by a house and saw a tall figure sitting at the door, hugging his knees, staring intently at a cluster of flowers in the flowerbed.

"Haka, what are you doing?" Yarrow greeted him.

This tall, strong man with muscles all over his body was called Haka. Although he looked so burly, he was actually soft-hearted and a bit slow-witted.

But he was very kind. When Yarrow first came to Baiyun Village, he received a lot of help from him, and now they were very good friends.

"Oh, it's Yarrow. You're back?" Haka saw him and grinned foolishly.

"I just got back today. What are you looking at?" Yarrow asked.

"Bees." Haka pointed to the bees flying around in the flowerbed.

"Do you know? Yarrow, Uncle Luo Sang told me today that bees help flowers pollinate."

"Ah, yes, when it collects honey, it carries pollen from one flower to another," Yarrow said.

"So I've been thinking about a question," Haka said.

"What question?"

"You said, bees carry pollen from the stamen of a male flower to the pistil of a female flower to complete pollination, and petals and pollen are the reproductive organs of flowers,"

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Haka laughed foolishly:

"It's like having a person hold a man's * * and then spit it into a woman's * *."

Yarrow was silent.

He regretted hearing that.

He could never look at bees the same way again.

"Your brain wasn't that useful to begin with, so think less about such profound questions," Yarrow sighed, patted him on the shoulder,

Just as he was about to leave, he stopped and asked Haka:

"Haka, do you have any food at home? I just got home and there's no food stored."

If he could borrow some food from Haka, he wouldn't have to spend money at the tavern.

"Well, there should be some, right? I can't remember," Haka scratched his head, "Come in with me and look for it."

Yarrow followed Haka into his house and went to the kitchen to find something to eat.

He went to the water tank and saw two fish swimming inside.

"Your fish are quite fat. Can you give me one?" Yarrow reached out and grabbed one to examine it.

"Eh? How did its mouth get injured?"

He found that the fish's mouth was surrounded by stretched wounds.

"...Yarrow, that... that fish isn't for eating..."

Haka scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

"Not for eating?" Yarrow was puzzled, but looking at Haka's shy expression, he instantly understood.

He turned to look at the fish's eyes, and the wide-open fish eyes were also staring at him, filled with despair, as if constantly shouting to him:

"Save me!"

Yarrow let go, and the poor fish fell back into the tank.

He took a deep breath. Alas, Haka was so old, but he still didn't have a girlfriend. It was normal to have some special hobbies. As a friend, he couldn't be prejudiced against him.

He turned around and saw a basket full of cucumbers.

"These cucumbers are good too. Can I take a few cucumbers?"

"This... those cucumbers aren't for eating either," Haka said embarrassedly.

"…"

"To be honest, you're really going too far."