Conquer the other worlds with abandon, they've fallen in love with me!

Lin Yu pushed open the door and left.

The village was quiet after the rain, and the air smelled of damp, pleasant scents of earth and grass.

The mud on the road wasn't completely dry yet, so it felt soft and spongy underfoot, and my shoes got covered in it.

Bell's farm came into view.

The yard was the same as always; chickens were pawing for food in their enclosure, and a cow mooed in its shed, its tail swishing back and forth.

Bell wasn't in the yard, so Lin Yu opened the window, crawled in, and went straight into the room where the medicine was being prepared.

The medicinal herbs were still on the table. The crucible hadn't been cleaned up after yesterday's use, so he washed it, wiped it clean with a dry cloth, and placed it on the stove to preheat it.

Then he took out several materials from the medicinal herbs.

Weigh, grind, and mix.

With his palm hovering above the crucible, he unleashed his magic.

In less than two and a half minutes, a bottle of light red liquid was poured into a glass bottle.

Lin Yu sealed the bottle and tucked it into his pocket.

Then they found another medicinal herb, which was for treating Bell's illness.

The formula is much more complex than the healing potion, and it contains a wider variety of ingredients.

Lin Yu first arranged the medicinal herbs one by one and weighed them again.

Just as we were about to begin, I heard footsteps behind me.

Belle pushed open the door and came in, wearing that pale yellow dress, her hair was not tied up and was loose on her shoulders, her tail swaying behind her.

She was taken aback when she saw Lin Yu already standing in front of the crucible.

"So early?"

"Hmm." Lin Yu didn't turn his head. "It rained heavily and thundered last night. I heard that you cow people become restless at this time. Did you sleep well?"

"Not bad." Bell walked over and sat down at the table, crossing her arms and looking at him. "How about you?"

"I just finished refining a bottle, and I'm going to make medicine for you to cure your illness."

Bell's eyes lit up, and he leaned forward slightly: "So my illness can be cured today?"

"Um."

Bell's tail wagged behind him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile.

But she didn't urge him; she just sat there, propping her chin up and watching Lin Yu handle the medicinal herbs.

"How did the potions sell yesterday?" she asked.

"It went very smoothly; all twenty bottles sold out."

"How much did you earn?"

"Twenty gold coins."

Bell raised an eyebrow: "Twenty gold?! Potions makers are really making money."

"Not bad." Lin Yu put a medicinal herb into the mortar and began to grind it.

Bell leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers on the table: "When you become a tycoon, don't forget about me, your little cow."

"If I hadn't lent you money to buy medicinal herbs, you wouldn't even have the capital."

Lin Yu smiled and said, "Then you'd better try to curry favor with me."

"How do you curry favor?" Bell asked instinctively, then immediately regretted it, feeling that her response was rather inappropriate.

Lin Yu stopped what he was doing, turned his head to look at her, and said with a hint of amusement in his eyes, "I'm a little thirsty, go get me a glass of milk."

Bell's lips twitched, and he stared at the back of Lin Yu's head for two seconds before pursing his lips.

She stood up and walked to the kitchen, took a cup from the cupboard, went to the milk bucket in the yard, and scooped a full cup.

When he returned, he placed the cup heavily next to Lin Yu, causing a few drops of milk to spill onto the table.

"Here, your milk." Bell's tone was curt.

Lin Yu picked up the cup and took a sip. The rich milky aroma melted in his mouth, with a hint of natural sweetness.

He put down his cup, ran his finger lightly around the rim, and looked up at Bell, who was standing by the table with his arms crossed.

"Miss Belle's milk is indeed delicious," Lin Yu said casually.

Bell sensed the ambiguity in those words, and the tips of his ears turned slightly red.

Then Lin Yu said, "But...that's all?"

"What else?" Bell glared at him. "I've already poured out your milk, what more do you want?"

"Didn't we agree that you'd fawn over me?" Lin Yu leaned back, looking at her with a leisurely air.

"That's not enough sincerity."

Bell felt a little uncomfortable under Lin Yu's gaze, tightening his arms around his chest, and looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Who, who said they wanted to curry favor with you? I was just saying it offhand!"

"Oh?" Lin Yu drawled, his gaze slowly sweeping over Belle, from her slightly flushed cheeks to the curves of her chest that were accentuated by her crossed arms.

Returning to her sparkling eyes: "Then who was the person who just asked 'How to curry favor?'?"

Bell felt his ears burning and his heart inexplicably skipped a beat when Lin Yu stared at him.

She hates the feeling of being led by the nose, especially when the other person is younger than her.

That competitive spirit and his tendency to speak without restraint surged up together.

She loosened her arms from her chest, took a half step back, and gently leaned her back against the wall next to her for support.

The fluffy cow tail swayed unconsciously and somewhat defiantly from side to side behind her, the tip curling into a small arc.

"Tsk." Bell tilted his head, looked at Lin Yu, and a wicked yet knowing smile appeared on his lips. He drew out his words:

"Going through all this trouble... you little brat, you're not just trying to pull off a big stunt, are you?"

These words were so blunt and sudden that even the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Lin Yu paused for a moment while grinding the medicinal herbs. He turned his head and looked expressionlessly at Bell, who was leaning against the wall with a "I see through you" expression.

Two seconds later, he managed a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, his expression a mix of helplessness and amusement at being caught off guard.

Seeing that Lin Yu remained silent, Bell assumed that he had guessed correctly and became even bolder.

She sized Lin Yu up and down, her gaze lingering deliberately on his lower body for a moment before she raised her eyes, raising an eyebrow, her tone filled with undisguised suspicion and provocation:

"But... with your small frame, little brother, that little car..."

She paused, unconsciously licking her slightly dry lips with the tip of her tongue, before slowly finishing the sentence:

"...Can it really work? Don't give up halfway through, I'm very picky."

After saying that, Bell deliberately swayed her body, causing her heavy, full breasts to tremble slightly.

The provocation in his eyes was almost overflowing.

Lin Yu looked at Belle's defiant "what can you do to me?" look and at her chest trembling slightly from her movements. The slightly choked expression on Lin Yu's face slowly disappeared.

He wasn't angry; instead, he seemed amused, a slow smile curving his lips into an indescribable expression that made Bell's heart tighten inexplicably.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Yu put down the pestle in his hand, slowly stood up and walked towards Bell.