After all, humans are the most fickle species in the world.

Just as Wang Guiqin was deep in thought, Song Demin came to her side: "Mom, the food is getting cold. Why don't you let Ayu come and eat something first before we continue?"

Wang Guiqin glanced at him but didn't say anything, but Song Demin immediately understood what she meant.

A smile immediately appeared on his face: "Thank you, Mom."

After saying that, he quickly walked to the front door: "Ayu, stop for now, eat something before you continue."

Upon hearing this, Song Yuli's eyes lit up instantly: "Yes, yes, why don't you stop and eat something first?"

Nangong Yu gently shook his head: "Wait a moment, Uncle, I'll be done chopping soon."

After saying that, he raised the axe again and focused on chopping wood.

Seeing this, Song Demin couldn't help but sigh. Seeing Song Yuli biting her lip tightly, he couldn't help but reach out and pat her shoulder: "I'll go heat up the food for him."

Song Yuli nodded, her heart completely devoted to Nangong Yu.

Song Demin shook his head helplessly and went to the main room.

Sitting in the chair with her eyes closed, Wang Guiqin asked, "Isn't he going to eat?"

Song Demin said helplessly, "He said he would chop all that firewood before eating it."

Upon hearing this, Wang Guiqin suddenly opened her eyes, glanced silently at the door, then stood up from her chair, said unhappily, "Eat it or don't," and went back to her room to sleep.

Song Demin shook his head, then resignedly went to help Nangong Yu heat up the food.

An hour later, when the last piece of wood was split in two, Song Yuli quickly grabbed a towel and jogged over.

"Are you very tired? Come back to the main room and sit down to rest for a while."

Nangong Yu dodged Song Yuli's hand as he tried to wipe his sweat, saying, "I smell too much sweat, stay away from me."

Song Yuli's face instantly darkened, and he stared at Nangong Yu without saying a word, his large, wet eyes filled with accusation.

One second...

Two seconds...

Three seconds...

"Okay, I'm so tired, you can pay for me to go and rest."

After saying this, Nangong Yu stretched out his arm to Song Yuli.

Upon hearing this, Song Yuli quickly walked to Nangong Yu's side and carefully helped him back to the main room.

Seeing Nangong Yu sit down, Song Yuli poured Nangong Yu a glass of water, and then silently took a towel soaked in cold water to wipe the sweat off Nangong Yu's face.

Seeing the guilt in Song Yuli's eyes, Nangong Yu grabbed her hand and smiled at her, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Just consider it exercise."

Song Yuli didn't speak. She lowered her head, pried open Nangong Yu's large hand, and rubbed the calluses that had just formed on her knuckles. Looking at the few small blisters on her palm, her eyes instantly reddened.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

Nangong Yu shook his head and said casually, "If you blow on it for me, it won't hurt anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yuli actually blew on his palm.

"Does it still hurt?"

Looking into Song Yuli's clear, dark eyes, Nangong Yu's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

He spoke in a hoarse voice.

Upon hearing this, Song Yuli stood up and began searching for things throughout the room.

Upon seeing this, Song Demin, who had brought the food, couldn't help but ask, "Ali, what are you doing?"

Without turning his head, Song Yuli said, "I'm looking for a needle. He has several blisters on his palms, and I need to pop them open."