Waaah, I'm being forced into loving my yandere wife's brain.

(This is an extra update for those who only read persimmons)

As the first rays of dawn broke through, Shen Jin pushed open the glass door of the intelligent greenhouse.

The sensors are displaying data on the mobile app, and humidity, light intensity, and soil conductivity are all normal.

But he never relied on these; the real best honey was hidden in the heart of the flower, and could only be found by gently touching it with his fingertips.

He bent down and squatted down; the first row of daisies was in full bloom.

The white coat sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, revealing fingernails that were constantly soaked in flower juice. The thumb and forefinger gently held a flower calyx, like stroking a baby's hair.

The petals, no bigger than a fingernail, trembled slightly at his fingertips in the morning dew.

He was looking for flowers with a jade-like luster; too young pollen was unripe, and too much would cause the nectar glands to wither.

Only when the edges of the petals are tinged with a faint pinkish hue is the nectar at its most abundant.

As his fingertips brushed against the flowers, they stirred up a fine mist of pollen, which floated like golden dust in the slanting sunlight. He held his breath, afraid of disturbing these natural signals that attracted nectar.

After selecting the flower, he gently pressed the base of the petals with the tip of his fingernail and gently flipped them open. Instantly, the two petals obediently rotated open in all directions, revealing the pale yellow pistil in the center.

The glans is surrounded by transparent nectar glands, which are still closed, shyly waiting to bloom.

Shen Jin hovered his fingertip two millimeters above the flower's center, feeling the subtle pulsation emanating from the petals. It was the vibration of nectar flowing through the plant's sieve tubes, lighter than a heartbeat, yet utterly honest.

Next comes the most crucial step.

He then used the softest part of his fingertip to gently rotate it clockwise along the texture.

Three rotations are just enough to awaken the honey glands' natural instincts.

The first drop of nectar seeped from the bud, shimmering with a trembling luster, like dew that had yet to fall.

Shen Jin brought his face close, his nose almost touching the petals.

The finest honey should have the scent of bluestone slabs after rain, mixed with the coolness of morning dew and the warmth of pollen.

Today, when the concentrated pearl was crushed between his fingertips, it stretched into a thin thread that broke cleanly and crisply. He knew that the concentration had reached the target.

So he put his two fingers together.

Just then, the whole flower seemed to have triggered some mechanism.

A fragrant aroma wafted from deep within the petals.

The rich, sweet aroma exploded instantly, so sweet it made the back of your neck tingle, as if the souls of hundreds of flowers were exhaling their most fragrant breath at the same time.

The flower stem, bent under the weight, traces an arc in the air, yet refuses to break, as if performing a sacrificial dance.

"Baby, there are so many secrets." (The words in parentheses are silent.)

Shen Jin quickly took the glass rod and placed it diagonally below the calyx.

The liquid flowed down the glass rod, stretching into translucent golden threads in the morning light.

"Do you like it when I treat you like this, huh?"

The "hmm" sound rose slightly at the end, as if waiting for a response.

The glass rod spun steadily in my palm.

The mixture is evenly coated on top, and the air is immediately filled with the sweet aroma of ripe loquat syrup and locust flower cake.

Shen Jin squinted his eyes in satisfaction and saw the water mist system at the top of the greenhouse turn on at the right time. Fine water droplets fell among the hot flowers and evaporated into milky white mist along with the honey fragrance.

Finally, it stopped flowing and condensed into a bead hanging at the end.

Shen Jin brought the nectar to his lips. The sweetness was so intense that it exploded from the tip of his tongue all the way to his back teeth, leaving a cool aftertaste in his throat.

After the liquid had drained, Shen Jin took a tissue and carefully wiped the glass rod clean. Then, he leaned over and licked the remaining liquid from the daisy clean.

Finally, Shen Jin took out his notebook and drew an asterisk next to the date: Today's nectar concentration is 78%, and the aroma activity is excellent.

There was also a small smiley face drawn next to it, a secret code that only he could understand, meaning that this flower field was worth visiting again tomorrow.