After eating two himself, Han Qiwu specially fed one to Little Shui.
"Eeeng eeeng eeeng."
Trying this soft-centered egg for the first time, Little Shui joyfully hugged Han Qiwu's calf and cheerfully exclaimed.
What about the Little Prince and Little Electric?
They didn't get any.
This was a treat just for Little Shui.
If everyone got some, would it still count as a special treat?
"There's nothing like eggs from your own farm. Maybe next time we can invite Mr. Tang over to enjoy the hot springs together." Han Qiwu gleefully sauntered toward the storage box, ready to craft the beehive first.
Originally, he had planned to work on the small fish pond but realized it wasn't the right timing yet—it would have to wait until later in the afternoon.
After using up one bottle of rapeseed honey and some materials, a brand-new beehive appeared in the storage grid.
Maybe I should bring the Little Prince along to collect honey?
After thinking it over, Han Qiwu decided against it.
