Yan Qiao washed up and changed her clothes in the room before going out. She subconsciously looked around, searching for Pei Jingzhan's figure.

Dong Honglin goes to bed early and gets up early.

I was somewhat surprised to see her come out.

"Yan Qiao? You came back so late yesterday?"

Yan Qiao felt a little guilty and nodded haphazardly.

"It wasn't very late."

They ended up fooling around in the pavilion until quite late.

Dong Honglin chuckled and teased, "Since you left, someone has been quite distracted. If you don't come back today, he'll probably go and arrest you."

Yan Qiao smiled and waved her hand, "There's nothing I can do, my charm is just too strong."

Pei Jingzhan came out of the house just in time to hear those words.

"say what?"

Yan Qiao smiled and leaned closer.

"Your charm is so strong that it makes me lose my mind."

Pei Jingzhan lowered his eyes and looked at her radiant face.

"Really? I think you slept quite well last night."

She kept him awake, while she herself slept soundly.

Yan Qiao smiled and said, "This shows that kisses can help you sleep. You can't be lazy, keep up the good work!"

Pei Jingzhan tapped her on the head. "You have a lot of fallacies."

Breakfast was Cantonese dim sum, which Yan Qiao had ordered. Because it was quite expensive, someone from the shop delivered it directly to her door, and even the tea leaves were prepared for her.

After they finished eating, they took care of cleaning up, so Yan Qiao didn't have to worry about it at all.

They ate and chatted, and Yan Qiao enjoyed her meal very much.

"Next time I go to Guangdong, it will be even more authentic."

Pei Jingzhan handed her a tissue, and Yan Qiao pouted.

"You wipe it for me."

After the initial encounter last night, all she wants to do when she sees Pei Jingzhan is kiss, hug, and lift him up high; she has no interest in recording the show at all.

Pei Jingzhan paused, smiled helplessly, and wiped her face.

Dong Honglin: "...Please be careful, there's a single guy here."

[I came all this way just to get some dog food?]

[What kind of dog food is this? This is so sweet, I'm dying of joy!]

I always felt there was a cheesy, romantic vibe between Yan Qiao and the cameraman, though it wasn't so strong yesterday.

[Hehe, they didn't do *that* last night, did they? Hehe.]

[Don't be so lewd! If you really did it, would you still be up this early?]

Yan Qiao didn't care what others thought. After finishing breakfast, she clapped her hands and continued making the erhu she had been working on the day before.

If all goes well, it should be completed today.

Yan Qiao is very focused when she does handicrafts, as if she has isolated herself from the outside world.

Just making the soundbox alone requires a lot of effort.

Draw out the grooves for the string, drill the holes for the neck, create the concave curve of the neck, and then begin making the neck itself.

The repeated polishing and grinding, the complex movements made it impossible to see what she would do next.

Dong Honglin initially thought that her statement about making an erhu by hand was just empty talk.

Unexpectedly, Yan Qiao not only knew how to do it, but was quite skilled at it.

It wasn't until the afternoon that she finished making a complete erhu.

He personally tuned and tested the sound.

The erhu itself is nothing special, but the golden nanmu wood is precious and beautiful.

What's most remarkable is that this erhu was made by Yan Qiao herself.

Dong Honglin smiled and exclaimed, "You really know how to surprise people."

She is like a book that is impossible to fully understand; every time you read it, you gain different insights and surprises.

No wonder even the cold-hearted and aloof Master Pei could fall in love and feel lost in the moment.

"Your preference is the meaning you've given to this erhu."

Dong Honglin was pleased by her words, but he threw the erhu to Pei Jingzhan.

"Will you perform a song for me?"

Pei Jingzhan: "..."

Yan Qiao looked at him expectantly, "Is it okay?"

She had never seen Pei Jingzhan play any musical instruments.

If she wanted to hear it, Pei Jingzhan had no reason not to.

What do you want to hear?

Yan Qiao smiled and said, "I love listening to anything you play."

Dong Honglin clicked his tongue, "Why don't you two stay here and I leave?"

They completely disregard the feelings of single people.

Pei Jingzhan turned his back to the camera, first testing the feel of the key, playing a few notes, but couldn't tell if they were good or bad.

Then, the soaring sound of the piano rang out.

Yan Qiao doesn't play any musical instruments, and her complete ignorance of music is not an exaggeration.

Yet one could see his fingers flying across the strings, his two hands moving in perfect harmony.

She had never seen this side of him before.

The erhu was extremely obedient in his hands, and Yan Qiao even felt a sense of pride.

Look, such beautiful music is coming from the erhu I made.

Look, this beautiful rhythm is being played by my man.

[A classic! Horse racing!]

The erhu has many sad pieces, but only "Horse Racing" makes me exclaim "Amazing!" every time I hear it!

[I never expected he could actually play the erhu! And his skill level seems pretty high!]

How low could the skill level of Teacher Dong's personally taught disciples be?

After finishing the piece, Yan Qiao was still reluctant to stop.

Dong Honglin said with a smile, "Alright, I should go now. Yan Qiao, if you want to hear it again, have him play the piano for you."

Yan Qiao asked in surprise, "You can play the piano?"

She's already considering whether to buy a piano and put it here.

Pei Jingzhan turned his head and looked at her with doting eyes.

"If you want to hear it, there's plenty of time."

They have plenty of time, enough time for them to get to know each other.

Dong Honglin carefully packed up the erhu and said, "I'm so glad I made the right decision and had a wonderful two days here with you. Yan Qiao, my promise still stands. If you ever change your mind, you're welcome to come and become my apprentice."

Yan Qiao smiled wryly: "I really don't have much artistic talent, I might have to disappoint you."

After Dong Honglin left, Yan Qiao started tinkering with her silkworms again.

First-instar silkworms are very young and need to be well cared for, otherwise they won't grow big.

She first chopped leaves to feed the silkworms, and then took out flour, intending to bake some mung bean cakes.

"Make a low-sugar version so Grandma can eat it too."

Her original intention was to send some to Pei Jingzhan's mother as well.

Yan Qiao felt very embarrassed after taking her tea last time.

Hearing from Pei Jingzhan that the old lady really liked the cookies she baked, she thought about baking some more.

The afternoon passed slowly as Yan Qiao baked these little snacks.

I also made some egg yolk pastries, packaged them in small boxes, five to a box, and made ten boxes in total.

There were also some snowflake crisps, which were also packaged separately.

"They're all low-sugar versions. I'll be drawing lots on Weibo later, everyone should participate! I'll send them out to you today."

Then they packed up the gifts for their maternal grandparents and the gifts for the old lady of the Pei family, and sent them out separately.

Pei Jingzhan sat in the pavilion, drinking tea and enjoying snacks, completely at ease.

They even took a photo and posted it on their WeChat Moments.

During his time in the courtyard house, he updated his WeChat Moments unusually frequently.

It felt like my account had been hacked.

This time, the person who instantly liked the post was Li Qiao: [Smiling] Master really doesn't care about my life or death anymore.

The resentment of working people is comparable to that of a female ghost who has been dead for 800 years.

Pei Jingzhan asked Yan Qiao, "Do you still have egg yolk pastries?"

"Isn't that enough for you?" Yan Qiao glanced at his desk.

He doesn't really like desserts, but he insisted that Yan Qiao put together a whole table for him so that the photos would look good.

It's piled high with food, but you can't actually eat much of it.

Pei Jingzhan: "To a friend."

Let's soothe the heart of this working dog and encourage him to keep working hard.

Yan Qiao nodded. "Give me the address, and I'll send it to him."

Pei Jingzhan reopened his Moments and saw Zhang Yufan's comment.

Zhang Yufan: [Son, behave well as a live-in son-in-law and do your job well!]

JZ: [? ? ?]