Yun Zhiyi put away her makeup bag and looked at him with a smile, "Who else could it be but you?"

Her makeup is quite different from usual.

These cosmetics were all made by her using special medicinal plants.

One of the spiritual plants had hallucinogenic effects, and after she mixed it, this property was preserved.

Once applied to the face, it's like adding an illusion, one that ordinary eyes cannot see through.

She also sold this item in the online store, and it sold quite well.

However, she didn't need the points later on, and finding it troublesome, she stopped supplying them, keeping only a few sets for herself.

Will this wipe off my makeup?

"No, this makeup is impervious to water and fire. It will naturally wear off after one day, at which point you can simply wash it off with water."

Fu Ziyu stared at the mirror with bright eyes, like a child who had found a new toy, cupping his face and touching it.

"Still not sweating?"

Now, touching my face doesn't feel oily or sweaty anymore; it feels very refreshing.

"It's waterproof and sweat-resistant, and uses beauty and skin-nourishing lotions that are harmless to the body."

The following words were meant for Uncle Yang.

Uncle Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief and gave her a grateful smile.

He will no longer interfere excessively with the young master, nor will he question Yun Zhiyi casually.

But there are also concerns.

Therefore, being around intelligent people always makes one feel very comfortable.

Yun Zhiyi asked with a smile, "Want to go out for a walk?"

Fu Ziyu's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Is that alright?" she asked, glancing at Uncle Yang.

It's a secret that he's recuperating here, and given his poor health, he's only left the house twice since arriving.

Both times, he came to see Yun Zhiyi.

I haven't actually been to any other places.

Not to mention Lufeng City, even in the capital, he rarely goes out.

Uncle Yang smiled and nodded, "Young master, you may go wherever you wish, but it may not be suitable to go under the blazing sun now."

He looked at Yun Zhiyi.

Yun Zhiyi said, "Let's go to Yuexin Lake, the scenery there is quite nice."

She happened to have someone with her, so she went out for a stroll when she felt like it.

Yang Bo immediately said, "I'll have someone prepare it right now."

Yun Zhiyi didn't refuse and smiled, "Then I'll trouble you."

Yang Boxiao said, "I hope the young master and Miss Yun have a good time."

A short while later, the adult, the child, and the old man left the shop, boarded Yun Zhiyi's carriage, and headed towards Moon Heart Lake.

On the way, Fu Ziyu couldn't help but open the car window and look curiously at the scenery outside.

Previously, in order to avoid being exposed, he could not look out of the car at will, for fear that someone would see him and know that he was here, which would cause trouble for his mother.

Now that he and Uncle Yang have both changed their faces, they don't need to worry about those things anymore.

Now that they are free from the torment of illness and the shadow of death, the children are much more cheerful.

Everything is new and exciting to me, and I am thrilled by everything I see.

If it weren't for the scorching sun outside, he would have already run downstairs to wander around and look at things.

No matter how precocious he is, he is still a child under ten years old.

Fu Ziyu watched for a while, then his attention returned to Yun Zhiyi.

I noticed that she had been braiding her hair ever since she got on the bus.

At first, he thought she was making knots, but now he realized something was wrong.

Something seems off about this line; it looks almost transparent.

Previously, it appeared white when illuminated by light, but now it's possible to see the skin color through it.

"Sister, what are you doing?"

Yun Zhiyi didn't even look up. "You'll see what the fun stuff is like in a bit."

Upon hearing that it was fun, Fu Ziyu became even more interested. He stopped looking outside and instead huddled close to the side, staring intently like a well-behaved puppy that only depends on its owner.

Yun Zhiyi simply gave him some thin thread and taught him how to tie knots and weave.

It feels even stranger to do it online.

Although he had never used a needle and thread, he knew that ordinary thread was definitely not like this.

But he was wise enough not to ask any more questions.

Fu Ziyu learned it after watching it twice. He asked Uncle Yang to hold one side of it while he began to weave it seriously.

It's not really braiding; it's just dividing the dough into triangles and tying them into knots, alternating between loose and tight, to create a long braid.

Yun Zhiyi had already taken out a small wooden box, about the size of her palm, from her handbag.

Inside, when opened, were rows of short silver needles that looked like embroidery needles.

She took out a small pair of scissors from the box, with a pointed, flat tip, and twisted a needle into an S-shape, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, leaving a longer section in the middle.

Uncle Yang watched for a while but still couldn't figure out what was going on.

It looks somewhat like a fishhook.

But that hook was so small, barely the size of a sesame seed, that it couldn't even catch a fish's mouth.

She worked quickly and made dozens in no time.

Then she took out the long whip she had previously braided and hung the small hooks on it in layers.

The old man and the child exchanged a glance, both very curious.

A rope is covered with small hooks; what's going on here?

Once theirs was finished, it was copied and used in the same way.

After a while, the carriage finally stopped at the dock of Moonheart Lake.

The servants who had come ahead of time immediately led them into a painted boat.

At this time of year, the summer heat is at its peak. Although the surface temperature in Lufeng City is only around 25 degrees Celsius due to its geographical location, it is still very hot.

However, many people still feel bored at home and like to come to the lake to feel the breeze.

Therefore, there are quite a few painted boats floating on Moon Heart Lake, making it quite lively.

It was Fu Ziyu's first time on a boat. His eyes were bright as he looked around, finding everything new and exciting.

His appearance, however, made him look like a country bumpkin from somewhere.

Yun Zhiyi gave a few instructions and prepared cooking utensils, bowls, chopsticks, and clean water.

Fu Ziyu asked in confusion, "Is Sister going to cook on the boat?"

Yun Zhiyi smiled and nodded, "I'll make you some afternoon tea later."

Fu Ziyu's interest grew even stronger, and he was already quite impatient.

The group quickly boarded the boat, and with the boatman at the helm, they slowly left the dock and headed towards the center of the lake.

Yun Zhiyi glanced around, pointed to a spot, and told the boatman to row the boat there.

Most people are playing in the middle of the lake, while a few boats are moored along the shore.

The location she chose was also close to the coast.

There was a rocky outcrop that provided some shelter, and a few willow trees behind it.

The leaves swayed in the wind, and the shade of the tree provided just the right amount of shelter from the sun.

Fu Ziyu stood beside her, turning his head back and forth, as if he wanted to take in everything he could see, as if he was afraid that he would never have the chance to see it again.

"Sister, are there fish in this lake? Are they fishing?"

Yun Zhiyi looked in the direction he pointed and saw three men sitting on the bow of a painted boat in the distance, drinking, chatting and fishing.

Several servants were circling around the fire behind them, clearly also fishing and eating on the spot.

"Of course, it should be quite fat."

Fu Ziyu's eyes were full of interest and eagerness, as if he knew what his sister was preparing the cooking utensils for, and he became a little excited.

He couldn't resist cautiously peering into the water.

But all that could be seen was the dark green lake water.

I get a little dizzy after looking at it for a while.

"Young master, be careful not to fall," Uncle Yang hurriedly reminded him.

Fu Ziyu quickly shook his head, "This water is so green."

Yun Zhiyi pulled him to sit down on a low stool. "Do you like to eat shrimp?"