As soon as Song Zhihuai returned to the guesthouse last night, he went upstairs, washed up, and started working on his computer.

The program is still being broadcast live.

Of course, his computer was facing away from the live stream camera, so viewers couldn't see what was on his screen.

However, his furrowed brows betrayed the thorny nature of the situation.

The pressure from the old house, the sabotage from competitors, and the restless advances of his father's illegitimate son—these are all things he needs to consider now.

Because of participating in this program, he has one foot in the entertainment industry, which the old man is already very dissatisfied with.

Fortunately, this was the last recording session. If there were a next time, he would simply walk off the set.

However, the show wasn't without its benefits; he also invested in it and made a profit.

But he's a businessman; this amount of money is nothing to him. The projects in the cutthroat business world are what he should be focusing on.

So I started working on the computer again.

There were also people praising him in the comments from time to time.

They were saying things like, "The most handsome men are the ones who are certified."

After finishing her work for the day, she went straight to sleep, deciding to deal with other things tomorrow.

When Wen Xinran woke up the next day, she discovered that Shen Shiqing and his group had disappeared.

The tricycle at the entrance was nowhere to be seen.

I cooked something simple and then, thinking of Song Zhihuai who had recently been targeted by Xia Chun, I brought him breakfast.

Now that she can't rely on anyone else, her "plastic" best friend Xia Chun wants her to compete for Song Zhihuai.

She would absolutely not allow such a thing to happen; Song Zhihuai's gaze could only be fixed on her.

She wouldn't give Xia Chun any opportunity to take advantage of her.

When Song Zhihuai saw Wen Xinran bringing him breakfast, he couldn't help but feel a warmth in his heart.

Because of the live broadcast, he suppressed his desire to be intimate with Wen Xinran.

What are your plans for today?

"I need to take care of some work-related matters today."

"Okay, then I'll go with you."

The interaction between the two was recorded live.

[It seems Wen Xinran is truly in love with Song Zhihuai~ The gentle goddess cooking for him, just thinking about it makes my heart flutter!]

[Waaaaah, I want to eat the breakfast made by my goddess too! Song Zhihuai, I hate you!!!]

[My god, those eyes are so intense! If they weren't live-streaming... they'd probably... um...]

[Wen Xinran's sudden initiative—is it because Xia Chun made her feel insecure yesterday?]

[Sobbing, I'm here for you! Ranran is so good at this~ She and her husband are such a perfect match!!!]

Xing Jianan was also used to getting up early and exercising in the morning, but while exercising, he ended up going to the small town.

I had a leisurely breakfast on a street corner in the town, and then went to a fruit shop to buy a lot of fresh fruit.

After that, he went to Uncle Jiang's shop.

Uncle Jiang was also very happy to see him.

She took the fruit he bought and kept saying, "You've gone to so much trouble."

"Uncle Jiang, I'd like to make another ring."

Uncle Jiang glanced at the pendant hanging around his neck, smiled, and said, "Go ahead."

Xia Chun slept until almost noon before getting up. There was hardly anything to eat in the kitchen, and she didn't know why.

She had no choice but to put some rice in the pot to cook.

As a result, it burned before I knew it.

She doesn't like mushy food, so she threw it away right away.

After rummaging through drawers and cabinets, they found a bag of noodles.

It's a pity it was overcooked again; it turned into a clump and was completely inedible.

Finally, I found a few pieces of noodles in the refrigerator, boiled water, and put them in the pot before I could barely eat them.

She burned her tongue as soon as she picked it up with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth.

Making her food is like taking her life.

She completely destroyed the kitchen.

How come she can't even cook porridge properly...?

Hmm... So she can't even cook noodles properly... I admire her.

The noodles weren't cooked very well either; I think she'll starve to death...

They say you can't rush things, and look what happened—I burned my tongue...

If I made my kitchen look like this, my mom would nag me to death...

With only half a day left, she didn't want to go out. She had 50 yuan left in her pocket, but nowhere to spend it.

So I went back to my room and started live-streaming my makeup process.

Qin Shiyue and her grandfather returned home at noon, and Aunt Li had already cooked the meal.

Actually, it wasn't really her cooking.

Thanks to the rice cooker.

The old man casually scooped up a fish from the pond, gutted it, and finished processing it in no time.

Place it on the pot, light the firewood, pour in the sauce, and enjoy!

The fish they raised themselves were indeed plump and delicious. Qin Shiyue couldn't stop eating and ate until her belly was full.

He even suspected he had gained weight in the past two days, and the truth is, he had indeed gained weight.

Who can blame him when the old man is such a good cook?

After finishing his lunch, Qin Shiyue didn't forget to use the leftovers to feed his little yellow chicks.

The little yellow chick stood on his palm, occasionally pecking at his hand, tickling him.

How cute, he thought.

After feeding the chicks, Qin Shiyue followed the old man up the back mountain.

The scenery on the back mountain is nice, but they weren't there to see the scenery; they were there to see the fruit trees.

Fruit trees laden with fruit.

Indeed, the results have been fruitful.

Qin Shiyue couldn't help but marvel at how the trees were laden with golden fruit, and the refreshing fragrance of pomelos wafted through the air.

Qin Shiyue followed the old man and picked several pomelos.

There are pomelo trees on this side, but not on the other side.

On the other side were several longan trees, and Qin Shiyue climbed up like a monkey and started picking them.

The old man caught it below, and also gave Qin Shiyue a live stream, letting fans see his tree-climbing skills.

After picking another half basketful, Qin Shiyue climbed down from the tree.

"What else would you like? I'll take you to pick some." The old man was very generous.

"If you're not a big shot, what are you?"

“I still have…”

The old man got excited and said a lot of things, explaining that he didn't only have these fruit trees on the back hill.

On another hill, there are persimmon trees all over the hill, and they should be ready to eat soon as the Mid-Autumn Festival approaches.

Qin Shiyue became interested, and since the old man was free, he took him along.

After a busy afternoon, Qin Shiyue had picked quite a lot of fruit, including pomelos, longans, persimmons, and even grapes and pomegranates from other farmers.

Unable to resist the villagers' enthusiasm, the old man said he would accept the gift since it was given to him.

Qin Shiyue thanked the villagers, accepted the fruit, and followed the old man back home.

On the way back, Qin Shiyue went into a small shop and bought some kitchen supplies. He had noticed yesterday while washing the dishes that there seemed to be very little soy sauce and salt left in the kitchen.

Now he just needs to make up for it as quickly as possible.

"You silly boy, you're quite thoughtful. No wonder that old woman likes you so much and wants you to be her son-in-law."

"You flatter me, you flatter me."

The two returned home as the sun was setting, and quickly harvested the rice on the cement floor.

Aunt Li had prepared the meal and was waiting for them to come back. Of course, the most important thing was for Grandpa to come back and cook the dishes.

Anyway, she killed the chicken, chopped the vegetables, and cooked the rice. Now it's up to the old man.

Qin Shiyue was feeding the chickens in the chicken coop, and of course, he was also holding his pet little yellow chick in his hands.

I love it so much I can't put it down.

After feeding the chickens, they fed the fish, and then the ducks, enjoying themselves immensely.

The old man had finished cooking and was calling him to eat.

This was even more lavish than yesterday's, giving off the feeling of a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

Qin Shiyue was so moved that she almost burst into tears.

Before leaving after the meal, Aunt Li insisted on giving him a red envelope.

Qin Shiyue initially refused to accept the red envelope, but couldn't resist Aunt Li's kindness. Knowing it was a village custom, she gave Aunt Li a hug and finally accepted it.

The old man is nowhere to be seen right now.

A dozen minutes later, the old man returned from outside.

They also brought a tricycle, which was loaded with baskets of freshly picked fruit that day.

These are all things he wants to bring back to Qin Shiyue.

"No, sir... I thought you only had that old-fashioned bicycle..."

"No way, I have all kinds of cars. Get in, I'll take you home!"