Blending of Planes: I am leisurely farming

The morning light poured in through the windows of the wooden house, curls of smoke floated in the air, and the house was filled with the aroma of food.

Sean looked at Abigail wolfing down her food across from him, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up.

After all, for a chef, there is no greater joy than having your cooking skills recognized by others. It would be even better if that person is not a troublemaker.

"Master, I didn't expect your cooking to be so delicious." Abigail's cheeks were puffed up like a hamster gnawing on nuts. She put down her bowl and chopsticks, touched her belly, and praised contentedly.

On the way back, Abigail kept pestering Sean to teach her some moves, and the title of "Master" was naturally given to Sean by her.

Sean also tried to refuse, but for a girl of this age, once she made up her mind about something, there was no point in refutation.

Under Abigail's coquettish and attentive attack, Sean no longer struggled.

"Dong Dong!" Sean tapped the table with his fingers, pointed at the dishes in front of him and said, "Clean up the table quickly after you finish eating, we still have to go to town later."

When Sean thought that the girl in front of him would definitely cause him a lot of trouble in the future, he wanted to use her more to pay off his debts.

"Girl, wait for me to help you become a good housekeeper." He thought with a sinister look.

"Yes~" Abigail stood up slowly, drawing out the last syllable, and cleared the table resignedly.

"How come you just accepted me as your master and suddenly you don't listen to me?" Sean looked at the reluctant Abigail and tried to provoke her.

"Who said that? I am extremely filial to you, Master. Thank you for your hard work in cooking." Abigail switched her voice to a delicate one, which made Sean's hair stand on end.

With a "puff", Abigail couldn't stand her own voice and laughed out loud, then she simply stopped pretending and continued speaking in her original voice.

"Master, would you like me to rub your shoulders after we're done cleaning? Even though I'm a girl, I still have some strength in my hands." Abigail emphasized the last few words, but she didn't stop moving her hands. Instead, she sped them up a bit, making the dishes and chopsticks rattle.

"No need to rub your shoulders. Use your energy to clean up the kitchen." Sean pretended not to understand the implication of his tone and continued to say to Abigail, who had already piled the dishes together, "The kitchen sink is inside, and the rags, detergent and other things are also next to it. Remember to clean the sink, stove, and dining table after washing. Oh, and don't forget the cooking pot over there."

If there is free labor, of course the costs will be increased layer by layer.

Thinking of how Abigail, who was wielding knives and guns, later changed to wiping the glass with a rag in her left hand, dusting the dust with a feather duster in her right hand, and controlling the vacuum cleaner with her feet, Sean couldn't help but reveal a terrifying smile on his face. It would be great if she would give up and stop bothering him.

Abigail, who was packing up at this time, felt an inexplicable chill on her back and wondered if she caught a cold after staying outside the night before.

After sending Abigail to take care of the housework, Sean began to think about the production of bone meal.

Sean's only knowledge about the application of bone meal came from what he learned when he was researching agricultural knowledge.

As a means of supplementing relevant trace elements, bone meal is often used as a feed mixture in animal breeding in the agricultural field, or as a fertilizer in plant cultivation.

I don’t know whether the bone meal needed in this recipe is the item mentioned above. It is still unknown at the moment. I can only try to prepare it myself. I think such a niche thing may not be sold ready-made in Pelican Town.

Following his memory, Sean came to the warehouse and dug out a small dusty stone mortar, which was originally the tool his grandfather used to shell grains.

The subsequent work of grinding bone powder depends entirely on it. Sean’s main purpose of going to the town this time is to purchase some bones to grind into bone powder himself.

Carry the mortar to the pool outside the yard, rinse it clean, and place it on the open space in front of the eaves to dry in the sun.

Sean estimated that the time was about right, so he shouted into the house, "Okay, pack up and come with me to town."

At this moment, Abigail was wiping the dining table carefully with a rag. Her long purple hair drooped slightly on her shoulders, and swayed slightly as her arms wiped.

"Ah? Okay, wait until I finish wiping this last." Abigail turned her head and responded, then continued wiping.

Sean walked into the house and looked towards the kitchen. The washed dishes were drained and neatly stacked together, and the entire stove was wiped clean without a trace of oil or water.

Clean and tidy, unexpectedly perfect! It was beyond Sean's imagination.

Sean, who had been prepared for a mess, silently reflected on himself.

[It turns out that the housework is "not wanting" rather than "not being able to". Don't have a fixed prejudice. Now I feel more assured about using Abigail in the future.] Sean came to this conclusion after a round of reflection.

"Okay, okay, no need to wipe anymore. Flies will slip if you wipe them anymore." Sean stretched out his hand to stop Abigail who was still working hard. "Your housekeeping skills are quite good." Because Abigail is also a game fan, Sean praised her using game terms.

"Of course I am very capable." Abigail said with some pride.

Little did she know what kind of tasks Sean would assign to her in the future.

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In the morning light, the sleeping town between the mountains gradually wakes up. The sunlight shines through the mountain tops and onto every corner of the town, as well as onto Sean and Abigail.

There was still a corner left before Pierre's grocery store, and Abigail's footsteps became more and more disorderly, gradually falling behind Sean.

"Abby, Abby, we're already here. You'll get hurt if you stick your head out, and you'll get hurt if you hide your head. Why are you so panicking?" Taking a deep breath, Abigail followed Sean's steps.

Turning the corner, Abigail's house came into view. Caroline was standing at the door, looking at something. Their eyes met and they walked towards Sean.

At this time, Abigail hid behind Sean like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, trying to hide her figure.

Sean noticed this detail, reached out and patted Abigail's arm to comfort her, but she had to face it eventually, so Sean then pulled her towards Caroline who was rushing over.

"Aunt, I met Abigail on the farm. I happened to be in town for something, so I came here with her." Sean didn't point out such family matters. He took a step back and pushed Abigail forward.

Abigail lowered her head, twirled the corner of her clothes with her index finger, and walked forward, calling softly, "Mom, I made you worry."

At this time, Pierre heard the noise, walked out of the grocery store next door, saw the situation here, and wanted to come over, but was glared back by Caroline.

"I'm glad you're okay. Your father has that kind of temper. Don't get angry with him on weekdays. It must be uncomfortable to spend a night outside." Caroline reached out to tidy up Abigail's messy purple hair. "It's messy, and there's grass clippings on it. Go wash up and change your clothes."

Caroline ran her fingers through Abigail's long hair, patted her on the back and said, "I left a portion of food for you in the kitchen. Heat it up yourself later."

Hearing this, Abigail turned her head and glanced at Sean, then pulled Caroline's sleeve a little embarrassedly and whispered, "Mom, we just ate at Sean's house."

Caroline was startled when she heard this, and followed Abigail's gaze to Sean: "My dear little girl, I'm sorry to bother you. Come in and have a cup of tea."

Sean couldn't refuse, so he followed Caroline and her daughter into the two-story building behind Pierre's grocery store.

After entering the house, Abigail went to the second floor to wash up, while Caroline entertained Sean and thanked him for bringing Abigail back.

Caroline led Sean past an activity room filled with yoga mats, opened a wooden door, and a steel and glass sunroom appeared in front of Sean.

The glass of the sun room reflects the morning light, exuding a clear and transparent feeling. The sunlight shines through the glass and shines among the green plants. Some colorful flowers bloom in the sun, exuding a faint fragrance.

The most eye-catching thing is that there is a tea tree in the center of the room that reaches the top. The trunk is straight and tall, and the newly sprouted buds show their green figure in the sun.

There is also a small and unique tea table under the tea tree, and a pot of fragrant green tea is steaming slowly, releasing a pleasant fragrance.

"Welcome to my secret garden. I usually relax here." Caroline led Sean to sit in front of the coffee table.

"Try our own tea." Caroline poured a cup of tea and handed it to her. "My daughter has a bad temper. Please take care of her." Caroline expressed her gratitude to Sean.

Sean gently took the teacup, carefully lifted the lid and swirled it around the edge of the tea bowl. He moved the cup closer to his nose and took a deep breath. The fragrance of the tea spread, delicate and lasting, like a natural fragrance that makes one feel relaxed and happy while strolling in a garden.

Take a sip, the tea tastes mellow with a hint of sweetness, which is very memorable.

"Good tea!" Sean put down the teacup and exclaimed sincerely.

Watching Sean's skillful tea tasting technique, Caroline seemed to have found a soulmate. The two of them became less distant, and they started to talk. She began to tell Sean about Abigail's embarrassing childhood stories.

For example, when Abigail was a child, she wanted to catch frogs for research, so she kept them in a pond. As a result, she caught too many frogs, and the frogs pushed open the plug, hid in the sewer, and blocked the entire pond.

In order to raise a guinea pig, but fearing her father's objection, Abigail hid it in a drawer of her bedroom until the smell became so unbearable that it was discovered by Pierre.

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As time passed, Sean, who had already drunk three cups of tea, found an excuse to leave.

At this time, Abigail had already changed her clothes and sat obediently next to her mother.

The three of them stood up and escorted Sean out of the house.

At the door, Sean's hands were stuffed full of a large ham and sausage and bacon.

These are Caroline's expressions of gratitude to Sean for bringing Abigail back. Sean silently put an X on Abigail's transformation plan.

Saying goodbye to Caroline and her daughter, Sean prepared to leave

"By the way, Master, wait a minute!" Abigail called Sean, especially emphasizing the word Master, "Master, just call me Abby from now on. That's what my family members call me." Abigail glanced at Caroline secretly, smiled, and bowed respectfully to Sean.

Caroline's confused eyes flickered between the two men, as if she was pondering what had happened between them, as if she had completely misunderstood.

The plan worked. Abigail secretly made a face at Sean, and before Caroline could react and call her, she quickly slipped into the inner room.

Having been tricked, Sean quickly threw the idea of ​​canceling the transformation plan into the trash.

It was somewhat awkward for her daughter to call her "Master" in front of other people's mothers.

"Actually~" He wanted to explain but found that he didn't know where to start, and it seemed that his attempt to cover up something made it even more obvious.

"Aunt, goodbye." Seeing Caroline's expression that said, "Young people are quite playful, and I understand everything," Sean gave up resisting.

"Come for tea often~" At Caroline's voice, Sean turned and left.