Zhuang Yan put down his cup: "Do your own thing. What does it have to do with me if you're hungry?"

An Xinrong was stunned, finding it hard to believe that Zhuang Yan would refuse him. She said angrily, "Anyway, you have nothing to do right now, so what's wrong with helping out?"

"Why should I help you just because I have nothing better to do? Are you out of your mind or do you have no hands?"

"Zhuang Yan, you..."

Fang Chen stepped in to ease the tense atmosphere: "Xinrong, let me help you. I'll be done here soon."

An Xinrong glared at Zhuang Yan in exasperation, then turned to Fang Chen and said, "Thank you. You're such a nice person, unlike some people who have no manners or team spirit at all. No wonder they got dumped."

The show had barely started when the conflict between the guest teams escalated into personal attacks. Zhuang Yan pretended not to hear and asked the director, "Director, I've finished cleaning my area. Can I go for a walk?"

"It's possible, but as I said, I won't distribute food to you if the house isn't cleaned properly," the director reminded him, also wanting to see if Zhuang Yan would stay and help the team.

Zhuang Yan still refused: "Whatever, I'm not hungry right now anyway."

If it were the old Zhuang Yan, he would have compromised because he cared about what others thought of him, but now, he wouldn't do things that are thankless and difficult.

He had a feeling that rural life would be even busier in the future. He would help once and then again. He couldn't let others boss him around just because he worked fast.

Moreover, in terms of division of labor, he has already taken on most of the work, so the girls only need to sweep the floor and wipe the table, which is already very easy for them.

Zhuang Yan created a persona for himself: a straight man with no emotional intelligence and an extremely strong sense of insensitivity. No matter how much An Xinrong mocked him, he couldn't understand her.