He likes tea.

The owner rented half a floor to use as a film studio, and when the three of them went in, they saw many people busy at work.

Bai Yixia doesn't have a fixed method for shooting. She prefers shooting outdoors in real-life locations because the natural light has a soft feel that she likes.

However, because of her mother's work, she often goes in and out of the photography studio. Right now, she's looking around curiously.

The boss led the three of them into a large room, where the left half of the room prominently displayed a completed scene of the Sergov official painting.

Bai Yixia tugged at Zhou Qingchi's sleeve and enthusiastically explained the meaning of each pattern in the scene to him.

The boss pulled Qi Wang to a seat at the back, still keeping his voice down, "What's going on here? We don't interfere in other people's relationships."

Qi Wang was speechless. "They're just friends."

The boss looked at the two of them. Zhou Qingchi didn't seem like someone who liked playing games. He looked somewhat lost at the scene diagram, but he still let Bai Yixia chatter on and on in his ear. Every now and then, he would ask questions to increase their participation.

"Anyone with eyes can see their relationship is unusual." The boss patted Qi Wang on the shoulder. "You can fool others, bro, but don't fool yourself."

Qi Wang's lips moved slightly, but he remained silent.

The boss glanced at him helplessly and went over to greet the two of them.

"How was it? Not bad, right?"

Bai Yixia looked at the shop owner in surprise and exclaimed, "Sister, did you make all of this by yourself?"

The boss nodded with a proud expression.

"That's amazing!"

No one dislikes hearing praise, and the boss almost couldn't hold back. She raised her hand and tossed her hair, "These are all ready-made items, so it's not that difficult. I heard from Qi Wang that you're going to build the set yourself?"

Bai Yixia said, "Yes, yes, time is too tight, and we can't find a suitable one right away." She paused for a moment, "But actually, there's no need to follow my drawing."

Qi Wang was checking some things that could be used on site when he heard this, and rushed to Bai Yixia with his phone in hand. "Yes, we want them. Teacher Xia's pictures are very beautiful. I'm sure many people will like them."

Bai Yixia was somewhat bewildered by his sudden excitement and nodded hastily.

Zhou Qingchi took a step forward without making a sound, shielding Bai Yixia beside him. "Shall we start now?"

The final design Qi Wang chose was about a rose trellis. Beneath a white wall, vibrant red roses swayed in the wind, and Sergov, his face slightly raised, held a single flower in his outstretched hand. The orange glow of the setting sun bathed his face, adding a warm hue to his silvery-white hair.

Flower stands are easy to set up; there are readily available tools in the photography studio. But the large field of roses is a bit more troublesome.

The shopkeeper frowned. "Hiss, can't we just buy these flowers directly?"

Bai Yixia shook her head, "There are very few large areas of roses for sale, and it's difficult to set up a display stand."

She pondered her painting for a while, "And actually, I wasn't sure what kind of flower it was at first, I just felt that red flowers were more impactful."

"But now I think the red rose is very nice."

Bai Yixia thought for a moment, then turned her head and asked, "Sister, do you have any crepe paper here?"

The shop owner understood that she wanted to make it herself. She did have the materials, as others had needed them before, so she had stocked up quite a bit. It was just that these were made of paper, so they all looked a bit fake.

Bai Yixia knew, of course, that no matter how realistic the paper flowers were, they could never be the same as real flowers. She smiled and said, "It's okay. The drawing was just to determine the theme. There is a concept of illusion in the story of Sergov, and paper flowers can better reflect it."

They acted immediately, and all of them were very proactive.

Zhou Qingchi carried over the iron poles, intending to set up the trellis, when Qi Wang took the things from his hands, saying, "Let me do it. My family has grown them before, so I have some experience."

Bai Yixia chuckled to herself upon hearing this. In terms of experience, Zhou Qingchi was far superior. The Zhou family's small balcony was filled with Zhou Qingchi's beloved flowers and plants. On the other side of the wall, Zhou Qingchi had planted a wall full of climbing roses, and he had personally taken care of all the trellises and other arrangements.

Zhou Qingchi wasn't particularly competitive and probably wouldn't compete with Qi Wang for anything. But Bai Yixia still curiously turned her head to look at the two of them.

As expected, Zhou Qingchi handed the items to Qi Wang, saying, "Then I'll have to trouble you."

Despite his nonchalant and gentle demeanor, Bai Yixia knew that this was because Qi Wang was someone she had just met. Zhou Qingchi usually maintained a gentle distance from outsiders.

She smiled, her eyes crinkling, and called out loudly, "Then Brother Zhou, come and help me! I have so much to do!"

Bai Yixia is skilled with her hands, especially in handicrafts and desserts. In the time it takes to say just a few words, she has already made a rose that is so realistic that it could be mistaken for a real rose without getting a close look.

Upon hearing her invitation, Zhou Qingchi glanced at Qi Wang, who had paused, and said, "Okay, I'll come."

Qi Wang was somewhat stunned. He leaned on the iron bar and looked in Bai Yixia's direction, then pursed his lips in disappointment.

Zhou Qingchi wanted to say something more, but since he didn't know what Bai Yixia was thinking, he kept quiet.

"Teacher Xia," Zhou Qingchi said, sitting opposite Bai Yixia, holding a piece of paper and drawing out his words, "How do you make this? Teach me!"

His fingers were long and strong as he played with the paper, some crumbs sticking to his fingertips. Bai Yixia was successfully bewitched. She glanced at him several times before slowly speaking, "It's very simple. First, cut out the petals, then glue them together. You have to make three layers."

Zhou Qingchi can cook a whole table of dishes by himself, and when he has free time, he can even carve some flowers, so Bai Yixia doesn't worry about his practical skills. While talking to him, she demonstrated with her hands, "Look, like this."

She laughed and shoved a flower right in front of Zhou Qingchi's face, shaking her head smugly. "How about that? Aren't I amazing?"

Zhou Qingchi always draws people in with her smile, their eyes first falling on the corners of her upturned lips before slowly moving to the flowers in front of them.

"It's great, Xia is really amazing."

His voice was lowered slightly, and he spoke slowly, as if whispering in my ear.

Bai Yixia coughed lightly, rubbed her ear with her free hand, and muttered, "Then you should hurry up and do it too. We'll need at least five hundred flowers."

The flowers weren't made very large, each only about the size of a palm; to achieve the desired effect, the more the better.

Zhou Qingchi clearly hadn't expected so much; his eyes went blank for a moment, "...I'm on a pirate ship now."

Bai Yixia chuckled, "The captain has already set sail; you can't escape now."

Zhou Qingchi's technique was not very skilled, and he slowly finished making one flower. He pinched the flower and threw it in front of Bai Yixia, "Okay, Captain."

Both of them couldn't help but laugh, and the atmosphere was exceptionally cheerful.

The boss needed to go outside and keep an eye on things from time to time. As soon as he came in, he sensed the unusual atmosphere between the two. Turning his head, he saw Qi Wang wrapped in iron bars on the other side like a laborer, looking quite pitiful.

"..."

"I said, are you creating opportunities for them?" The boss sidled up to Qi Wang and nudged him with a look of exasperation.

Qi Wang glanced listlessly at Bai Yixia, finished wrapping the last iron rod, put it on the wall, sighed deeply, and whispered, "Actually, I was just showing off my strength."

A question arose in the boss's eyes.

Qi Wangchou said, "I forgot that Xia is naturally very strong, so she probably doesn't care about that."

The boss hissed softly, and the brother and sister both looked worried.

The two people over there didn't notice that the siblings were worried.

Bai Yixia was completely immersed in the joy of crafting, and she could make a rose in no time. The box next to her was already piled with many roses.

She sometimes leaves things lying around carelessly, and the area around her is almost overflowing with flowers.

Zhou Qingchi looked up and stared at the scene. The light from the incandescent bulb shone on Bai Yixia, making her appear exceptionally fair, and her slightly drooping eyelashes cast a small shadow on her face.

She was extremely serious about her work. Occasionally, she would furrow her brow slightly if her subordinates didn't comply, and she would purse her lips and blink her eyes when she got burned by glue.

In short, everything is beautiful and cute.

Zhou Qingchi was so engrossed in watching that when he reached for the glue gun, he grabbed the front of his hand and gasped softly from the scorching heat.

"hiss."

Bai Yixia heard the pain in his voice, and suddenly dropped her things and stood up. "Brother Zhou, what's wrong?"

The melted glue stuck to his fingers, easily burning them red. Fortunately, Zhou Qingchi withdrew his hand in time, and it was only a red burn.

"It's nothing, just a burn—" Zhou Qingchi didn't finish his sentence.

Bai Yixia had already moved around to his side, took his burned hand, and gently blew on the reddened area.

Once the glue cooled down, Bai Yixia carefully peeled it off with a pained expression, muttering to herself, "This is so hot, it hurts so much. Luckily you didn't get any blisters. Why weren't you more careful?"

Zhou Qingchi twisted his wrist and instead grasped Bai Yixia's hand in his own, looking directly at her.

Bai Yixia was preoccupied with worry at this moment. Seeing that he was looking at her without speaking, she asked anxiously, "Does it hurt a lot? Do you want to rest for a while?"

Zhou Qingchi looked away, ran his finger across the back of her hand, seemingly somewhat helpless, "I'm fine, you should be careful too."

"Hmph." Bai Yixia raised an eyebrow. "I'm already very skilled, so I won't get burned."

Zhou Qingchi released her hand, nodded solemnly, and flattered her without any emotion, saying, "Yes, yes, Teacher Xia is the best in the world."

Bai Yixia was amused by him again, and finished making the half-finished flower for him, but instead of putting it in the box, she tucked it behind her ear.

The flower had no branches, just a solitary bloom, and couldn't hold on at all. Zhou Qingchi didn't disappoint Bai Yixia; he raised his hand to hold it down, then turned to look at her, "What? Are you going to put a flower in my hair?"

He tilted his head slightly, and when he looked up, it was almost like he was flirting. Bai Yixia belatedly blushed and was too embarrassed to look at him anymore.

"Just offering some comfort to the wounded."

The wounded man looked helplessly at his fingers, which had already turned red, and chuckled softly.

Qi Wang had just finished securing the white wall and flower stand when he turned around and saw this scene. He instantly felt a pang of heartache: it seemed he couldn't outmaneuver Zhou Qingchi; he was a connoisseur of tea.

Zhou Qingchi was unaware of the rumors Qi Wang was making about him. He glanced at the tuft of hair sticking up on Bai Yixia's head and sighed quietly.