Xing Jianan said he would give it a try and he actually did it.

Uncle Jiang led him to the back of the shop.

Behind the shop, there are several spaces dedicated to making silver jewelry, filled with various tools.

There's a dedicated workbench for Uncle Jiang, and also a workshop for customers to create their own dishes.

There was a courtyard connected to this place, where an old tree stood. In September, some of its yellowing leaves had already fallen with the wind, drifting and eventually landing on its head.

There was a stone table and several stone benches under the tree, with a tea set on them. It seemed that Uncle Jiang would occasionally drink tea and enjoy the breeze here.

They were living a pretty comfortable life.

Xing Jianan wanted to make a ring.

Möbius strip ring.

Xing Jianan first watched and learned from Uncle Jiang's production process before trying it himself.

"What kind of ring does Xiao Xing want?" Uncle Jiang was still a little curious.

"Möbius strip".

"Bring it yourself?"

"no."

"Looks like it's for his sweetheart," Uncle Jiang teased him.

Xing Jianan smiled but didn't say anything.

Do you know the size of the other person's finger ring?

"12 rings."

"The ring finger."

"Um."

"Then you can do it as you see fit, I have something else to do."

"OK."

With the live streaming equipment positioned in front of him, Xing Jianan officially began his production.

The live stream chat was in complete chaos.

[I never imagined... that Xing Jianan would actually come and make a ring by hand!!! ? ? ]

Hmm... and it's a Möbius strip ring...

[I've never been in a relationship, so what's wrong with a Möbius strip ring?]

[A Möbius strip ring represents endless love, signifying that no matter when it begins, we will meet again, and that our love will never cease. Xing Jianan... seems to be up to something?!]

I can't imagine what kind of person he would like. What kind of person would be suitable for a cool, aloof guy?

[My beloved... a women's ring... on the ring finger, size 12... Xing Jianan, don't love her too much]

[But if I were to date, and things really got going, it wouldn't be a big deal, right? I'm an actor, not some idol, so I have no objection...]

[The dream girl burst into tears! !!! She's gone mad, completely mad!!!]

Xing Jianan began making it very seriously. He seemed to have some basic skills, not like it was his first time.

But indeed, this wasn't the first time he'd done it.

He had done it before, but he never had a chance to send it out.

This is his regret.

However, he will do better for her, just like now.

Xing Jianan first selected a 3mm silver bar, and the first step was to heat the silver bar.

The mixture is heated repeatedly, then placed in water to cool down.

After taking it out, hammer and adjust the shape of the silver bar to flatten and straighten it.

Take out a ruler, measure the dimensions, and carefully mark a 1cm mark.

The next step was crucial, and Xing Jianan was extremely careful.

He used tweezers to clamp the two ends of the silver bar mark, then twisted it 180 degrees to obtain the shape.

Then heat the silver bar, cool it down, and continue to adjust its shape, flattening and straightening it until you are satisfied.

Next, prepare to bend the ring, find the corresponding ring opening, then cut off the excess silver strip and smooth the weld joint.

After alignment, we prepare for welding, followed by water cooling.

After taking it out, continue to polish the ring with tools, rubbing off the excess solder on the inner and outer rings. After cleaning it, polish it with sandpaper.

Polish until the ring is smooth and delicate.

Finally, use a steel wire to polish the ring, making both the inner and outer rings shiny and smooth, thus completing the polishing process.

Xing Jianan took every step very seriously, and of course, the viewers in the live stream watched attentively as well.

So this is how the ring is made! It's quite interesting, and everyone is eager to try it.

Moreover, making something by hand seems to have more meaning than buying it directly.

Xing Jianan picked up the finished ring and held it up to the afterglow of the setting sun, as countless scenes from the past flashed before her eyes.

His eyes seemed to have been hurt by the setting sun, and were extremely dry.

But how could the setting sun hurt anyone?

He understood this perfectly well.

Just as the ring was finished, Uncle Jiang returned.

After carefully appreciating Xing Jianan's work, he was full of praise.

It's quite remarkable for a beginner to achieve this level.

"How about Xiao Xing just become my apprentice? Hahahaha." He wasn't joking; he was serious.

He's all alone here now; that old woman is traveling around with her friends without taking him along.

He gets quite bored here sometimes and wishes someone would come and keep him company.

At least there's someone to talk to, right?

Seeing that Xing Jianan had no intention of doing so, Uncle Jiang naturally gave up.

"Hey, go wash your hands, dinner's ready, come and eat." Uncle Jiang glanced at the clock on the wall. "Look, it's already dinnertime, I'm starving!"

Xing Jianan then realized what Uncle Jiang meant when he said something was wrong.

It turns out she went out to buy groceries and cook.

"Come quick!"

Xing Jianan quickly followed, washed his hands, and sat down at the table.

Uncle Jiang cooked a lot of dishes and even specially made a sweet and delicious corn and pork rib soup.

He's used to being a simple cook and doesn't bother making soup when he's alone, but today, with guests around, he naturally put on a special show of his skills.

Plates of food filled the entire table.

"These are all home-style dishes, come and try them and see how they taste."

Xing Jianan hadn't eaten at the same table with anyone for a long time, and the dishes he was cooking were just home-style cooking, which made him feel a little lost.

In the end, he could only say thank you dryly, pick up his chopsticks, pick up some food, and put it in his mouth.

Uncle Jiang's home-cooked dishes are delicious; even Xing Jianan, who doesn't talk much, has said they're good several times.

The viewers in the live stream were also getting hungry, and they all wanted to try it to see how delicious it was.

Uncle Jiang noticed the comments from netizens in the live stream.

She couldn't help but start talking, introducing each of the dishes she had made, as if she had no end in her words.

They also said that if anyone wants to eat, they can come back next time they come to play, and there will be plenty to go around.

Xing Jianan guessed that he probably didn't know how many fans were in the live stream, enough to bankrupt Uncle Jiang.

However, he suspected that even if Uncle Jiang knew how many people were involved, he would probably still accept it.

Its main selling point is its warm hospitality.

After introducing the dishes on the table, Uncle Jiang finally started eating.

While eating, they didn't forget to narcissistically praise their own cooking skills.

Xing Jianan went along with him.

Uncle Jiang originally wanted to invite Xing Jianan for a couple of drinks, but Xing Jianan declined, thinking that he would probably have to drive back.

Uncle Jiang understands; safety comes first, safety comes first.

There are countless roads, but safety is the most important. Never drink and drive!

After finishing the meal, Xing Jianan also conscientiously washed the dishes and plates.

I just didn't expect that the two of them could actually finish all the food on the table.

After the meal, Uncle Jiang invited him to stay and chat and drink tea under the trees in the yard.

The two chatted and laughed, enjoying a harmonious and pleasant atmosphere.

But in another place, it's not like that at all.

Song Zhihuai wasn't a good driver of the tricycle, and neither were Wen Xinran and Xia Chun. Qin Shiyue stayed overnight at a farmer's house, while they waited for Xing Jianan to return.

After all, they wouldn't choose to walk back on their own.

As a result, when he sent messages to Xing Jianan, Xing Jianan did not reply to a single one.

He genuinely didn't see it; they were eating, washing dishes, and drinking tea, and they were live-streaming like that. Xing Jianan had no idea.

He also thought that maybe those people had already driven back, and he could walk back himself.

He never imagined that those people were still waiting for him.

Song Zhihuai, Wen Xinran, and Xia Chun had not received a response from Xing Jianan and were extremely hungry.

We had no choice but to have a meal in the small town.

This time, we didn't spend as much as we did at noon. Each person spent 50, and we still had 50 left in the end.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, they immediately returned to where they had parked.

I thought Xing Jianan should be waiting there, but it was clearly dark and there wasn't a soul in sight.

Xing Jianan has not returned yet.

Enjoying tea leisurely.

Song Zhihuai cursed under his breath, his face hidden in the darkness, making it impossible to see his expression.

But it was clear that he was furious.

And so we waited and waited, and kept waiting.

The three of them spent the whole night feeding mosquitoes.

Xing Jianan finally appeared at nine o'clock in the evening.

The group of them, sitting on the back of the tricycle, had their faces covered in mosquito bites.

They complained incessantly.

He's already a bit delirious.

Xing Jianan drove back without saying a word.

They ignored their endless complaints.