Look at me more, okay?

"Auntie, there's still me." While Sister Ting was still grumbling about Zheng Ye, Yi Chen stepped forward and asked, "What should I do?"

Auntie?

Hearing that form of address, Sister Ting instinctively glanced at Yi Chen. "You..."

She looked around, then said, "Go fetch water."

Yi Chen surveyed the courtyard. "Auntie, there's no well in this yard."

Auntie again?

Sister Ting pursed her lips, reluctant to talk to him. "The well's at the village entrance. Turn right outside and walk to the end."

"That far?" Yi Chen complained instinctively.

He had never done heavy labor. Carrying a bucket of water all that way would wear him out, wouldn't it?

Yi Chen didn't really want to do it, but he couldn't say so outright for fear of upsetting the viewers. He nodded slightly, then raised his brows and looked at Sister Ting pitifully, playing up his vulnerability. "Auntie, I hurt my arm a couple of days ago. I can't carry a bucket. Could you give me something else to do?"

"..." This was Sister Ting's first time seeing a man act so coy, and she found it hard to stomach. "Then see what you'd like to do. Tend the fire? Or clean the fish and knead the dough?"

He didn't want to do any of them. They all sounded awful.

Tending the fire meant chopping wood, too. That was work for all-brawn-and-no-brains types.

Cleaning fish was even worse. So fishy, and so disgusting.

As for kneading dough, Sister Ting herself had just said it was exhausting, yet she still wanted him to do it?

"I'd like to wash the vegetables." After considering his options, Yi Chen decided that job would be easier.

[...So he just doesn't want to do anything?]

[Didn't you hear that Chenchen hurt his arm?]

[But nobody else