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

"Yao Yao".

Shen Jin seemed dissatisfied. He patted Lin Zhiyao's side lightly with his hot palm and repeated what he had just said, "Chest spot."

Lin Zhiyao did as she was told.

But the next second after doing so, she felt ashamed, her cheeks flushed, and she bit her luscious lips tightly.

………………

In the early morning, before the mountain mist had completely dissipated, the crabapple trees beside the mill were in full bloom.

Seeing the crabapple blossoms in full bloom before him, Shen Jin was suddenly seized by a sudden urge to make crabapple blossom dew today.

He carried a bamboo basket, his steps damp with dew, and gazed at the crabapple blossoms before him. His strong, powerful hand, its veins faintly visible, swept across the branches, and from among the profusion of crabapple blossoms, he retrieved a half-open bud.

It is said that such flowers contain the purest fragrance and the most juicy fruit. Just gently part the petals with your fingers and rub the stamens to release their refreshing aroma.

It is best suited for making floral water.

The crabapple blossoms that have been picked need to be washed.

Shen Jin poured the flower buds into a basin carved from bluestone. The basin was filled with fresh water drawn from the mountain stream that morning, clear and cool, reflecting the sunlight.

His hand gently stirred the water, causing the petals to swirl and float like a pool of broken brocade.

After the dust and dew have been washed away, the petals appear even more delicate, pink and white, thin as cicada wings, as if they would melt at the touch of a fingertip.

After washing three times, the flower buds were scooped up and placed in a fine bamboo sieve to drain. Water droplets dripped down the bamboo strips, like the flowers' intoxicating tears.

Next comes the most crucial step.

In the corner of the mill stands a small stone mill, specially used for making flower dew. It is carved from bluestone, with fine, closely spaced teeth.

However, these crabapple blossoms cannot be directly put into the millstone; they must first be pounded.

Shen Jin poured the wet flower buds into the stone mortar—the mortar was small, just big enough to hold two handfuls of flowers.

He picked up the wooden pestle, its head wrapped in a copper band, heavy and substantial, and brought it down with a solid force.

"Thump—thump—thump—"

The wooden pestle rises and falls, like pounding rice, yet with a unique gentleness.

At first, the flower buds rolled around in the mortar, but after a few strokes, they became docile and were gradually mashed into a paste. The petals broke apart, oozing out a little bit of juice, which was a pale carmine red.

A sweet fragrance began to float in the air, neither strong nor overpowering, like spring crushed into stones.

Shen Jin hadn't expected making flower dew to be so tiring. Gradually, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and stray hairs from his temples clung to his cheeks. He didn't bother to wipe them away, just kept pounding until the flower mud was as soft as cream, and then he stopped.

The final step is to transfer the floral foam onto the stone mill.

The millstone wasn't large; once the upper millstone was turned, it only needed to be pushed around with a wooden lever.

Shen Jin scooped the floral mud into the millstone one spoonful at a time, and added a small half bowl of spring water.

Then, he slowly pushed the wooden lever, and the millstone emitted a deep "humming" sound, like the low moan of an old ox.

The millstone turned slowly, its teeth grinding the clay and making a soft grinding sound.

Before long, a stream of clear, crimson liquid seeped from the gaps in the millstone, flowing slowly down the mill groove and into the celadon basin below.

The juice was crystal clear and thick as honey, rippling in circles in the porcelain basin.

The aroma grew stronger as the juice flowed out, sweet yet delicate, fragrant yet ethereal, as if the very essence of the entire crabapple tree had been extracted and transformed into this pool of crimson nectar.

It captivated Shen Jin.

The entire space was filled with a sweet fragrance, which seemed to bewitch all living things.

After going through countless hardships.

It was finally accomplished.

Shen Jin dipped his finger in the juice and put it in his mouth. It was indeed sweet and delicious.

A faint, satisfied smile spread across his lips.

Such an intoxicating taste.

It is probably the best, most superior, and most wonderful begonia dew in the world.