Zhao Qingyun brought the dishes to the table. Xu Lai also stir-fried some greens and made a seaweed and egg drop soup. She brought the soup to the table, and Zhao Qingyun had already prepared the bowls and chopsticks.

Grandma Jiang thought to herself, "These two look like a perfect couple."

Xu Lai took out a few pairs of disposable gloves and asked, "Who needs gloves?"

Grandpa shook his head: "I just bite them with my teeth, it's faster that way. Peeling them one by one is too much work."

Xu Lai had no choice but to put on the gloves herself and leave the others aside. She peeled a full bowl of gloves before taking them off and starting to eat.

Zhao Qingyun didn't eat much; she peeled most of the pieces and gave them to the old lady. She originally wanted to give some to Grandma Xu, but the old lady insisted on refusing.

After finishing her meal, Xu Lai cleaned the table and prepared to wash the dishes, only to find Zhao Qingyun in the kitchen with a dishcloth in her hand.

She hurried over and said, "Oh dear, what work do you need to do? We're guests, how can we expect guests to do chores?"

While washing the dishes, Zhao Qingyun said, "Didn't you say last time that you didn't like washing dishes? And since you cooked, it's only right that I wash the dishes."

Xu Lai didn't expect that he would remember her casual remark, but since someone else was washing her clothes, she was happy to have some peace and quiet.

She took out the fruit she had bought that day, washed some of it, and put it in the fruit bowl.

She put a cherry tomato in her mouth, and then saw the resentful look in the eyes of the person next to her. Xu Lai wanted to laugh, but she didn't know what she was thinking. By the time she came to her senses, the cherry tomato was already being offered to him.

Zhao Qingyun opened his mouth to catch it, the juice bursting in his mouth, sweet and sour. He nodded, wanting to try another one, but Xu Lai saw his intention, took the fruit platter and left, leaving only the words: "If you want to eat, help yourself. Don't you have hands?"

Her ears were burning, and she could only use such words to cover up her emotions. Something was wrong; she really hadn't been acting right lately.

I chatted with Xia Ning that night, and she mentioned the drop in viewership. Xia Ning said that this was normal and comforted me, saying, "You don't need to worry about this. Just keep filming patiently. I have a suggestion for you: you should film what the audience wants to see, not what you think they like to see."

Xu Lai frowned. It seemed she needed to look at other bloggers' daily lives for reference.

Xia Ning also watched her video, and she said with a smile, "When you appear on camera, can you be a little more elegant and artistic?"

Xu Lai ignored her. There's no such thing as putting on a show when it comes to work. If you care about your image, you can't be wholeheartedly dedicated.

A few days later, she borrowed a car from the village and took the puppy to get vaccinated. She didn't want to trouble Zhao Qingyun, firstly because he was also quite tired from work, and secondly because she felt that the two of them needed to keep some distance and being ordinary friends was fine.

Xu Lai got home before dinner, perfectly avoiding the rush hour. As usual, she went to the supermarket to buy groceries and planned to make steamed sea bass for dinner.

She asked her grandfather to take the photos, saying, "Today we're eating sea bass. We'll clean the fish, lay it on a plate, and use ginger slices to remove the fishy smell."

Xu Lai didn't know how to handle fish before, but she often watched cooking tutorials, and gradually she learned how to do it herself and became more skilled.

She also bought some chicken drumsticks to make braised chicken drumsticks, and stir-fried some greens, so dinner was ready.

During dinner, Grandpa mentioned the matter of baiting the fish. Every year at the end of spring, the loaches and eels in the fields are almost fully grown. When she was little, before fishing was banned, Grandpa would take her to the fields.

She carried a fish basket, and her grandfather led her through the fields. Sometimes, if they were lucky, they would catch a lot in one night, and her grandfather would take it to the market to sell the next day.

"Xiao Lai, shall I take you to bait the fish after dinner?" Grandpa asked. Xu Lai nodded: "Sure, it's been a long time since I've been there. I can take some footage."

Just as it was getting dark after dinner, Xu Lai changed into her rubber boots, hopped on her electric scooter, and waited for her grandfather, who had already gone ahead. She went after washing the dishes.

They went to an abandoned fishpond, overgrown with weeds. Xu Lai thought that such a place must have fish.