Shen Zhou gripped the wooden box tightly in his hand, his face pale, his restraint at its peak.

I had already thought of this before I came; I just had to bear with it.

"Yan Qiao, I apologize for the harm I have caused you. Please give me a chance to make it up to you."

Yan Qiao felt nauseous and almost vomited.

It's really disgusting.

"No need! You're not capable of hurting me, because you're just trash to me! Trash, you know, the perfect match for a trash can! The only thing you can do is get as far away from me as possible, please!"

Shen Zhou's face turned ashen. Anyone would be unable to remain calm after being insulted to their face like that.

Even if the person in front of me is Yan Qiao.

"You hate me that much?"

"It's not just dislike, it's disgust."

Chen Zhou smiled bitterly and placed the box in his hand on the ground.

"If you don't want it, then throw it away. Yan Qiao, I won't give up, I will win your heart back!"

Yan Qiao sneered, "Even if there's no mirror, there's always urine, right? When have you ever won my heart? You really know how to make a big show of yourself. Luckily, I'm not a daughter of the Yan family, or I would have been disgusted by you for a long time."

Chen Zhou paused, his steps faltering, and asked, injured, "Do you have to be so sharp?"

Just as Yan Qiao was about to retort, she saw Pei Jingzhan walk out, holding a water hose for watering flowers.

The jet of water hit the sunken boat's face with perfect accuracy.

Chen Zhou closed his eyes and dodged, but in his haste, he missed a step and fell down in a sorry state.

Seeing him like a drowning dog, Yan Qiao finally felt relieved.

Enraged, Chen Zhou endured the pain and got up from the ground.

After finally wiping the water off her face, she saw Pei Jingzhan's handsome features and was greatly surprised.

Master Pei!

Pei Jingzhan raised an eyebrow, showing no remorse: "Sorry, I was watering the flowers. I thought you were trash when I saw you."

Chen Zhou's expression was complicated: "Three..."

Pei Jingzhan aimed the water hose at him and sprayed it into his face.

Shen Zhou: "..." His face went numb.

"Aren't you leaving yet?" Pei Jingzhan raised his hand.

If you don't leave soon, I'll have to use the water pipe.

Shen Zhou dared not speak again and quickly got into the car.

"drive!"

Pei Jingzhan put away the water pipe and said earnestly, "People like him are too scheming. Stay away from him."

Yan Qiao looked at him mischievously, "You're very goal-oriented, and your youth gives you an advantage."

Pei Jingzhan scoffed, "Everyone has been young, but not everyone has the chance to grow old."

Yan Qiao: "..."

"He's after your money. If you didn't have any, see if he'd even bother with you."

Yan Qiao blinked. "At least I still have money to give him money, unlike some people who don't even want my money."

Pei Jingzhan was speechless; talking to Yan Qiao was too exhausting.

After Chen Zhou left, Yan Qiao continued building her own bread kiln.

Yingtian has the materials ready-made, so she doesn't need to order them separately.

While Yan Qiao was busy, Pei Jingzhan received a message from Chen Wu.

Shen Wu: [Shen Zhou saw you? You scared him half to death.]

JZ: [Keep an eye on him.]

Chenwu: [How can I control a grown man like him?]

JZ: [If you can't handle it, I'll help you.]

Indulging in idleness: [...]

If Pei Jingzhan really makes a move, it won't just be a matter of losing an arm or a leg.

Chen Zhou, you're incredibly stupid to deliberately step into a dangerous situation.

While they were chatting, Yan Qiao had already had the refractory bricks brought over.

The foundation is made of concrete and steel bars, and then bricks are laid.

The three sides were bricked up, with the middle left open, to resemble a stove. Then, a layer of steel bars was built on top and poured with cement.

After pouring the concrete, bricks are laid, leaving space in the middle for the bread oven.

The bread oven needs to be heat-resistant and heat-insulating. The bottom is lined with perlite and smoothed with refractory cement before the oven is built.

Yan Qiao's technique wasn't very professional; in fact, she seemed a bit rusty, and her speed was neither fast nor slow.

As the bread oven slowly took shape, Pei Jingzhan took out his phone and started a live stream.

Unlike last time, the number of viewers in the live stream increased rapidly this time.

[What is she doing quietly?]

Haha, this look is just like Doraemon!

[This looks like a kiln; it reminds me a little bit of the one I made for "Home on a Desert Island."]

Pei Jingzhan said, "A bread oven."

Then, in a regretful tone, she said to everyone, "I wanted some dessert, but she insisted on making it for me."

Viewers in the live stream: [...]

[I'm crowdfunding 50 cents, who'd like to beat him up for me?]

I'll put up two coins, slap him!

[What a drama! There's no way Qiaoqiao would have built the bread oven just for him!]

Pei Jingzhan scoffed, "I'm doing this for myself, not for you? Go to sleep, you can have anything in your dreams."

Viewers in the live stream immediately started arguing with him.

His current demeanor is as if to say: "I am the sole recipient of Your Majesty's favor, and I urge Your Majesty to share your affections more widely, but Your Majesty is not unwilling!"

Yan Qiao was busy until evening.

She and her fans had the same idea: to make the bread oven look like Doraemon, and paint the surface with a layer of blue and white paint, making it look quite realistic.

Once the bread oven was ready, she didn't rest but immediately tried it out.

Let's bake a batch of cranberry cookies first.

With a fire burning inside the kiln and insulation cotton in place, the temperature inside can reach several hundred degrees Celsius.

Remove the charcoal fire, put the cookies in to dry, and then just wait.

"I can do a little bit of everything, but I'm not good at anything. This cookie might not taste good, so don't get your hopes up too high."

She can cook, but she's not very good at it.

Pei Jingzhan asked Li Qiao to bring over some tea from his home.

This kind of pavilion is perfect for drinking tea.

"Just bought some tea? It smells so nice, like jasmine."

Pei Jingzhan asked, "Do you like jasmine tea?"

Yan Qiao nodded. "I'm not picky about tea, as long as it's drinkable, it's fine. But I really like jasmine tea."

Pei Jingzhan sat down and first brewed her a pot to taste.

The tea has a clear and bright color, and a fresh and rich aroma.

Yan Qiao smiled a little embarrassedly, "Besides 'delicious,' I don't have any other words to describe it."

Pei Jingzhan smiled and said, "These things are meant to serve people. If you find them delicious, then they have fulfilled their purpose."

In short, whatever you like is fine.

If Li Qiao were there, she would definitely complain: This expensive white jasmine tea was bought by the old man at a high price to please the old lady. How could it not taste good?

Enjoying the tea and waiting quietly, when the time came, Yan Qiao took out the cranberry cookies and arranged them on an exquisite plate.

That's why they say clothes make the man and a saddle makes the horse; placing a high-class plate on the table instantly creates an elegant feel.

"Try it."

Pei Jingzhan doesn't have a sweet tooth, so Yan Qiao made these cookies just to suit his taste. They're rich in fruit flavor and have a moderate sweetness.

It's perfect with tea.

"Very good."

Yan Qiao smiled broadly, like a child who had just received praise from her teacher.

"You're going home tonight, right?"

Pei Jingzhan is taking a day off tomorrow to go home.

"Um."

Yan Qiao skipped and hopped into the house and took out a small pink box.

"I'll pack some for you to take back and let the old folks try it."

Pei Jingzhan did not discourage her and gladly accepted her kindness.

"It tastes great, they'll definitely like it."

"Really? Then remember to give me feedback. If they like it, I'll make it again next time."

Pei Jingzhan shook his head. "No need."

Yan Qiao paused, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

She wasn't the type to be overly sentimental or suffer internally, but feeling a little uncomfortable, she asked directly, "You just said it was delicious, you weren't lying to me, were you?"

Pei Jingzhan reached out, grasped her wrist, and lifted it up.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

These past few days of work have all required the use of these hands.

It is very white, but because it is white, it has countless wounds and scratches that are clearly visible.

Pei Jingzhan got up and took out the first-aid kit.

Yan shrank back, "No need, no need, it's just a small wound, it'll heal soon!"

Pei Jingzhan lowered his brows and said in a deep voice, "Stretch it out."

Yan Qiao had no choice but to stretch out both hands.

Pei Jingzhan's hands were long and perfect; in comparison, her hands, as a woman, were much rougher.

Yan Qiao bit her lip. "Isn't it ugly?"

"Not ugly." The answer was given without hesitation.

He disinfected and applied medicine to the wound on Yan Qiao's hand, which stung slightly.

“Not ugly.” He looked up at her and said it again.

"It has nothing to do with beauty or ugliness, I'm just afraid you'll be in pain."

Yan Qiao was taken aback; reason had already succumbed to his dark eyes.

She felt she had a tendency to be a bit love-struck.

I didn't want to be moved by a single sentence, but he was afraid I'd be in pain.