"Today there were still quite a few template directions to work on—like heat resistance, lodging resistance, yield, and drought tolerance. But the survival rates were pretty low, basically around ten percent," Tang Qingying said while picking out the crab claw meat and eating it.
"That's already amazing! Lots of pro players can't even reach your level!" Han Qiwu said, clapping in an exaggerated manner.
"I'm gonna hit you!" Tang Qingying pouted. "By the way, I saw you sneaking around in the kitchen earlier. What were you up to, making something tasty?"
Han Qiwu was tongue-tied. He hadn't expected Tang Qingying to catch him and was mumbling incoherently.
"Oh, so now you're making snacks secretly, huh? It's bad enough you sneak food when I'm not in the game, but now I'm here, and you still won't share?!" Tang Qingying angrily grabbed Han Qiwu's ear.
"Ow ow ow!"
Han Qiwu quickly stood on tiptoes to ease the pain.
Stupid system!
Didn't it promise enhanced pain resistance?
