After hanging up the phone, Yan Qiao began to sort through the delivered preservative-treated wood.

Pei Jingzhan asked, "What are you going to do with all this wood?"

Yan Qiao blinked. "I want to build a pavilion here."

The yard is too big; right now, there's nothing there except for flower beds.

The flower bed contains newly transplanted flowers and plants, and it looks bare.

Build a pavilion so you can enjoy a cup of tea in your spare time.

Pei Jingzhan really couldn't understand where Yan Qiao's enthusiasm came from.

"Can't we just ask someone else to do it?"

Yan Qiao began to take the ink line and pen and trace the marks on the four pillars to determine the position of each mortise and tenon.

“If I have to do everything myself, what am I supposed to photograph? I don’t have many hobbies, I just like tinkering with these things. Besides, only I know what kind of pavilion I want. Come on, set up the camera here.”

Pei Jingzhan set up three cameras at different angles.

Then, he walked to the side and sat down.

Yan Qiao chuckled, "You're not planning to help?"

Pei Jingzhan said matter-of-factly, "A salary of three thousand? You want me to do the work of thirty thousand?"

His salary can barely support him to set up his camera, no more.

Yan Qiao stuck her tongue out at him, "I won't give you a raise anymore!"

Three thousand is already the ceiling.

Pei Jingzhan looked at the ground and asked, "Did you forget to buy nails?"

Yan Qiao smiled and said, "I don't need nails to build this pavilion."

Once the mortise position was determined, Yan Qiao began to work, using saws, chisels, and shovels to carve and dig.

Pei Jingzhan watched as Yan Qiao sawed here and chiseled there, easily creating mortises of various shapes.

Pei Jingzhan narrowed his eyes in surprise.

"Tenon and mortise structure?"

Yan Qiao looked up at him, "You know about this?"

"I don't understand." That's all he knew.

In terms of understanding, she is definitely not as good as Yan Qiao.

What was clearly just ordinary wood seemed to be transformed into something magical in Yan Qiao's hands.

Pei Jingzhan lowered his eyes, took out his phone, and couldn't resist starting a live stream for Yan Qiao.

His Weibo account has only a few posts, all of which are reposts of Yan Qiao's posts, and he has a dozen or so followers.

His live stream, which was completely unexpected, naturally attracted no viewers.

Occasionally, one or two people will join the live stream, then leave.

The number of people started to rise slowly after someone recognized that the person in the video was Yan Qiao.

[How quietly she's doing!]

[A nostalgic trip down memory lane! Yan Qiao's practical skills are truly impressive!]

[Eyes: Got it! Hands: Useless!]

Pei Jingzhan would occasionally glance at the screen and then mercifully answer one or two questions: "Build a pavilion."

[Ahhh, this sound! My ears are pregnant!]

[Building a gazebo? Will Yan Qiao build it herself?]

[What's so strange about that? In "Home on a Deserted Island," Yan Qiao even built a bamboo house!]

Upon hearing Pei Jingzhan's voice, Yan Qiao asked, "Who are you talking to?"

Pei Jingzhan leaned back in his chair calmly, talking to himself.

Yan Qiao raised her eyebrows. "That's how it is when you get old. My dad is too."

Pei Jingzhan: "..."

The pavilion that Yan Qiao built had a steel frame as its base, poured cement, and had column base stones placed in the four corners.

There is a tenon in the center of the column base stone.

Yan Qiao pointed and said, "The mortise I dug out fits perfectly with this tenon to fix the four pillars. This is called a tenon joint."

Yan Qiao spoke eloquently, explaining that the four pillars were connected in pairs, and the pillars and short beams were pieced together to form two fan-shaped sections, which served as the side walls of the pavilion.

These short beams, which also employ many mortise and tenon joints, are very ingenious and leave people in awe.

"Where did you learn all this?" Pei Jingzhan's gaze was deep.

Yan Qiao paused, "In the book."

She's someone who has lived for a very, very long time.

With such a long time, there's nothing you can't learn.

The two fan panels are erected and then secured with shoulder beams.

The overall framework of the pavilion is now complete.

She couldn't handle it alone, so she got two workers from Ying Tiantian's company to help her.

Next, the wooden flooring for the gazebo was laid out, and a layer of wood wax oil was brushed on it.

These things that seemed complicated, Yan Qiao did with ease.

"The mortise and tenon structure has been used in our country's architecture and furniture for thousands of years, but with modernization, more and more people have forgotten about it. Many people don't even know that our country still has this thing."

Yan Qiao looked at the pavilion, which was beginning to take shape, and used some leftover pieces of wood to make a few mortise and tenon joints.

She didn't need to measure; she sketched the approximate location with a pen and began sawing to make mortises and tenons.

"This is a tenon joint, where two wooden tenons meet and are secured with a wooden nail in the middle."

"This is called a mortise and tenon joint. It's a bit more complex in structure, but it's amazing that it can fit these three sticks together so perfectly."

"And this is called a plum blossom tenon..."

Yan Qiao spoke to the camera as she worked.

But she didn't know that Pei Jingzhan was live-streaming and was talking to the camera lens.

One after another, as if her knowledge reserves would never run dry.

[Could the cameraman come a little closer?]

Don't let your hands shake, it's all blurry!

The sound is too low, it's so hard to hear!

Pei Jingzhan found it annoying and gave a slight twitch of his lips.

"You don't have to watch it."

Netizens were outraged and demanded that Yan Qiao fire him.

Pei Jingzhan: "Heh."

He won't tolerate these netizens.

[This is so blurry! Could you please get a different streaming device?]

Pei Jingzhan: "Two eggs under his eyebrows, they can only blink but can't look."

blindness.

[Yan Qiao's explanation was very professional, but I didn't quite understand it.]

Pei Jingzhan: "Did your IQ get cut along with the umbilical cord?"

He's not mentally sound.

[Hey cameraman, could you please put a microphone on me? I can't hear you.]

Pei Jingzhan: "What you said makes a lot of sense, but why should I listen to you?"

Its main theme is rebelliousness.

[Ahhh, whisper it, fire him! Fire him!]

Pei Jingzhan: "She doesn't even understand punctuation when you talk to her."

[...]

Before she knew it, Yan Qiao had become so engrossed in talking that it was already dark.

She packed her things away, and Pei Jingzhan abruptly ended the live stream, leaving the viewers so frustrated they wanted to throw their phones.

Where did Yan Qiao hire this cameraman? He's a perfectly normal man, but he has to have a mouth!

Some people refuse to be anything but choose to be dogs!

Unfortunately, Yan Qiao couldn't hear their shouts and curses.

"I'm so hungry." Yan Qiao rubbed her stomach and looked at Pei Jingzhan pitifully.

Pei Jingzhan raised an eyebrow, "What do you want to eat?"

"Besides egg noodles, what else can you make?"

"Won't."

Yan Qiao rolled her eyes at him. "That's it then."

Pei Jingzhan cooked for her as usual, and as Yan Qiao obsequiously offered him an apron, he gave a self-deprecating twitch.

What is he doing, cooking?

"What are you doing, not wearing an apron? This sweater of yours can only be dry cleaned, right?"

Pei Jingzhan glanced at her, "Knowing that, why did you still make me do it?"

Yan Qiao clutched her stomach pitifully, "But I'm so hungry, I don't even have the energy to order takeout."

"Alright, go wait outside."

Yan Qiao smiled mischievously, "Bring it outside, I'll eat it in the pavilion."

They're pushing their luck.