You can spray food, but you can't make things up

After changing clothes, Fu Yanci opened the task card and casually glanced at its contents without paying much attention. Song Wenjing, standing beside him, craned his neck to look and read it aloud.

"Please help Grandpa Song pick five full baskets of cherries?"

"Who's Grandpa Song? Where do we find him? Five baskets of cherries-is it that easy?"

"If all the tasks are like this, won't first place be in the bag?"

He had thought it would be difficult, but this was it?

Wasn't this dead easy? Anyone with hands could do it.

Fu Yanci casually shoved the task card into Song Wenjing's arms, pulled out the sheet of paper inside, and unfolded it. Once he confirmed that it was the location he had in mind, his mood lifted and the corners of his mouth rose.

Just as he had expected, the orchards here were all clustered together, and all the fruit-picking spots were in the same place. That meant he would get to see Chi An.

"It's destiny. You just can't stop fate."

He and Chi An were destined to be together in this lifetime.

"What fate? You're just picking fruit, and now it's fate?"

Song Wenjing hadn't understood what Fu Yanci really meant, but even if he didn't understand, he wasn't going to pass up a chance to take a jab at him.

[You silly kid. The world of the hopeless romantic is no place for a single guy like you. Someone's happy because he gets to be in the same place as a certain someone, while someone else is grinning away because he doesn't understand love.]

[Why else would he make him wear a frog costume? Wasn't Fu Yanci mocking him for being lonely and single from the start, and calling him an idiot while he was at it?]

[Some people are falling in love, some are treating this like a game, some are out for a bike ride, and some are keeping an ox company.]

[Bro, delete that. That person's fans aren't pushovers either. You're making it a little too obvious.]

[They aren't pushovers, and I'm not exactly normal either. Let's hurt each other. I've got eight hands, and I prefer offline to online. That way, I can use all eight hands to slap them across the face.]

[I can picture it. Sounds pretty satisfying. I want to try it too. How do I get eight hands?]

[Wouldn't one trip into the sea do it? Put an octopus on your head, and whenever someone rubs you the wrong way, pull it off and slap them with it. Easy enough.]

Elsewhere, there weren't many people on the little path, which left Ren Wuyang and his sister feeling very relaxed and at ease.

They rode their bicycles leisurely, in no hurry at all, as though time meant nothing to them. They didn't even have to worry about falling behind the others, because they knew perfectly well that, no matter what, there was absolutely no way they would finish last.

Meanwhile, Lu Wanqing and Li Nanyi, who were bringing up the rear, could no longer keep the smiles on their faces. They had only just walked a short distance, yet they already felt utterly exhausted.

To match the pretty dresses they wore that day, they had specifically chosen eight-centimeter heels. Now, however, as they walked along the uneven, dusty path, they had to watch their footing carefully at every moment, afraid that one careless step would send them tumbling.

Li Nanyi said softly to Lu Wanqing, "Sis, I'm feeling a little tired..." There was a trace of exhaustion in her voice, and even speaking had become difficult.

"Then let's rest for a while. There's no rush."

Smiling, Lu Wanqing gently supported Li Nanyi by the arm, showing her tender, considerate side.

Her gaze fell on the battered handcart, then on the pretty dress she had so carefully chosen, and she couldn't help frowning. But the sharp pain in the soles of her feet was making her very uncomfortable. This was only the first day, and for the sake of the days ahead, she couldn't let anything happen to her.

After a moment's hesitation, Lu Wanqing gritted her teeth and tried to hide her disgust. "Nanyi, if you're really too tired, why don't you sit on the cart and rest? If you think it's too dirty, you can sit on my skirt. The skirt is wide enough, after all. There's plenty of room to sit on it."

Li Nanyi looked at her in surprise and said hesitantly, "Huh? But wouldn't that get your dress dirty?"

Lu Wanqing smiled slightly, acting as though she didn't care at all. "It's fine. I brought you here, so of course I have to take good care of you. I can't let you suffer in any way. Go ahead and sit down. It's only a dress. How could I let you keep enduring this kind of pain?"

With that, Lu Wanqing took a deep breath, forcibly endured her discomfort, and walked over to the handcart with a show of generosity. Then she sat down on it, spread out her skirt, and said firmly, "Come on, sit here."

"If we keep walking like this, I'm afraid our feet won't be able to take it. We can't refuse to sit just because we think this handcart is dirty."

With a smile and a gentle expression, she took Li Nanyi's hand and guided her down to sit.

"This little handcart also helps many working people with farming and raising livestock. Didn't we come here to experience their lives?"

Li Nanyi said, "Okay, then once we get to where we're staying, let's change out of these clothes first."

"Mm."

[Honestly, if it were me, I definitely wouldn't sit on it. I've never even seen anything like that. It's so dirty, and that dress is so expensive. What if sitting on it ruins it? Seriously, this Li Nanyi.]

[??? Are you okay? Did someone shit on your face? Your eyes are blocked, and everything spraying out of your mouth is shit. Some must've gotten into your brain too, right? As if never having seen this makes you cultured. Weren't your ancestors farmers?]

[Farmers are the greatest, you know? If your ancestors knew what you said, wouldn't they crawl out of their graves to beat you up before going back?]

[What did she say that was wrong? That handcart is dirty. It's covered in dirt. Filthy. They couldn't even prepare a cleaner one. They knew celebrities were coming, yet they couldn't give them a proper welcome. If it were me, I'd have shown my displeasure right then and there.]

[Wanqing really is good-tempered. Other people hide their schedules, but Wanqing was kind enough to tell us hers. Now that's a star.]

[Oh my God, do Lu Wanqing's fans all study welding? They really made everything go dark before my eyes, then flash bright again.]

[Good heavens, Lu Wanqing should find some time to send her fans water pumps. If they don't pump the water out of their heads soon, their brains are going to drown.]

[This is so boring. I'm going to watch Chi Shuran instead.]

By then, Chi Shuran and Chi An had followed the map to the entrance of a house. The door was open, and the two stood at the entrance staring at each other, neither taking the initiative to step forward.

"Why are you standing here staring instead of knocking?"

"Why don't you go?"

Quietly taking a step back, Chi Shuran turned her head away haughtily. "A girl should be reserved and tactful. You men should handle things that involve putting yourselves out in public."

"Reserved and tactful?"

People really did laugh when they were speechless. Chi An gave a scoffing laugh as he looked at Chi Shuran. "When you were holding a mop at home, howling like a banshee in front of me, I didn't see the slightest hint of reserve."

"You can spray food, but you can't make things up. Spreading rumors and slandering people is against the law."