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After Bai Weiwei finished serving the sweet tea, only one porcelain cup remained on the lacquer tray.

She carried the plate to Chen Lang, but instead of handing it to him, she walked around him halfway.

Chen Lang looked down at himself.

"What are you looking for?"

"Find the other two heads."

"The platform rejected my application because they were worried I was taking up too much traffic, so they removed it."

Bai Weiwei nodded.

"No wonder the budget for the three heads and six arms special effects wasn't approved."

A few laughs came from around the stone table.

Bai Weiwei stopped and steadied the lacquer tray.

"My grandma saw the news this morning. She asked me if the young man who drives the truck carrying the purple-stemmed eupatorium was coming to eat today."

"I'll tell you."

"She dragged me out of bed and made me prepare three courses of tea. You saved Xingyu and saved the village several days of work. This kindness cannot be contained in a pot of sour fish soup."

Chen Lang took the porcelain cup.

"Saving people was a coincidence, and clearing grass was just something we did along the way. Don't record it in the ledger; if you keep too many accounts, this meal will be tiring."

Bai Weiwei didn't make way, and pointed to the hillside outside the courtyard.

"My dad takes people to cut that grass every year. Cattle and sheep will get sick if they accidentally eat it, and the cut grass has to be bagged, transported, and disposed of. When your truck drove over it, a large area near the mountain road was cleared away."

She lifted the lacquer tray up slightly.

"The villagers appreciate this kindness. The tea has already been served to you; if you don't drink it, I won't be able to explain it to Grandma later."

Chen Lang touched the lacquer tray with the rim of his cup.

"OK."

"I promise I'll drink it all, so it won't cause any family conflicts."

Bai Weiwei then stepped aside to let him pass.

"No wonder Xingyu kept saying from morning till afternoon that you're not quite the same as you are online."

Ye Xingyu, who was placing a bamboo plate on the stone table, paused.

The flower cakes on the plate slid half an inch off the oil paper, and she quickly steadied the bamboo plate.

"Avi".

"What's wrong?"

"I didn't keep saying it."

Bai Weiwei started counting on her fingers.

"I told you once when I was kneading the dough, and twice when I was mixing the filling. The first batch burned, and you still said that if Chen Lang were here, he would definitely be able to tell whether it was cooked properly."

Ye Xingyu lowered her head and tidied up the oil paper.

"He can cook."

"You also mentioned yesterday in the sea, when he pulled you to the surface..."

"Bai Weiwei".

The voices became heavy, and the laughter around the table stopped.

Bai Weiwei shut her mouth, picked up the lacquer tray, and turned around. She took two steps, but her shoulders still trembled uncontrollably.

Ye Xingyu rearranged the six flower cakes.

First, arrange them by size, then align the edges, and finally move the one that is baked the most evenly to Chen Lang.

Chen Lang looked down and examined him.

"This one has a special number?"

"The heat is just right."

Ye Xingyu pushed the bamboo plate toward him.

"You try it first."

Shen Qingci stood opposite the stone table, the porcelain cup hovering at her lips, but she didn't drink any more.

The levitating ball circled around the eaves, and the live stream captured the movements of the people around the table.

[I read to him from morning till afternoon, and even saved the prettiest flower cakes for him; this life-saving grace is overflowing with sugar.]

[What Chen Lang stepped into today wasn't just a courtyard gate, it was clearly an examination hall.]

[Teacher Shen's sweet tea has stopped; Chen, watch out for your survival route.]

Don't make fun of two girls who have just crawled out of the mud; they are learning to catch others.

I understand the logic, but who gets the chair next to Chen Lang?

[Meetings in the car, teaching at the farmers' market, cooking in the RV—Professor Shen's class schedule is already booked until next semester.]

Chen Lang reached out to take the flower cake.

The porcelain cup landed on his right, making a crisp, light sound.

Shen Qingci bent down, pulled out a wooden chair, put the fruit box in her arms under the table, and sat down.

She didn't touch the flower cake; her gaze fell on the ceramic pot beside Ye Xingyu.

How much water should I add when kneading the dough?

Ye Xingyu's hand stopped at the edge of the basin.

Two seconds later, she picked up the ceramic pot and sat down on the other side of the table.

"Different types of flour absorb water differently. Add a little at first, and add more if it doesn't mix well."

"I've never made flower cakes before."

"I'll teach you."

"it is good."

After those two sentences, the tense atmosphere at the table dissipated.

Shen Qingci pulled out a wooden chair next to her.

The chair legs brushed against the stone slabs and stopped to her right.

She looked up at Chen Lang.

"Textbook teacher".

"Um?"

"Sit here."

The courtyard fell silent.

Su Niannian pulled the spatula out of her apron pocket and tapped it on the water tank.

"Did you hear that? Shen has assigned you a seat. Candidates are not allowed to wander around."

Chen Lang looked at Shen Qingci.

She sat upright, her hands still resting on the back of the chair. The sandalwood prayer beads on her left wrist were pressed against her sleeve, the beads bobbing slightly with her breath.

Chen Lang pulled out a chair and sat down next to her.

He picked up the flower cake and broke it in half. He kept one half in his hand and placed the other half into the small dish in front of Shen Qingci.

"Invigilators must comply with the examination room arrangements."

Shen Qingci glanced down at the half-eaten flower cake, picked up the sweet tea, and drank it all in one gulp.

[Students actively reserve seats! Professor Shen skips a grade in this practical course!]

[She didn't interrupt Ye Xingyu, and even took the initiative to ask her to teach her how to knead dough; this handling of the situation was incredibly prudent.]

[Kindness is kindness, seating arrangements are seating arrangements; Teacher Shen's accounts are clear.]

[Chen Lang's half of the pie was divided reasonably well; he is permitted to continue the exam.]

[Reporting to the teacher: A candidate has smuggled Buddhist prayer beads into the examination room.]

Bai Weiwei brought over a stainless steel basin filled with rose petal filling and placed it on the table.

"The rule is clear: whoever messes it up has to eat it."

Su Niannian slammed the spatula on the corner of the table.

"Chen Lang must participate. He has a big appetite and can bear the cost of failure for everyone."

Chen Lang leaned back in his chair.

"I am a guest today."

Shen Qingci rolled up the sleeves of her windproof jacket and pushed the ceramic basin containing flour in front of him.

"Adults should be aware of the need to prevent customers from leaving."

Chen Lang looked down at the ceramic basin.

"Is this your newly learned way of hospitality?"

"Just started learning."

"Who is the teacher?"

"Su Niannian".

Su Niannian straightened her back at the kitchen doorway.

"Did you hear that? My teaching results are remarkable."

Shen Qingci added a sentence.

"She taught me using a spatula."

Su Niannian's waist slumped back down.

Chen Lang laughed out loud and reached out to take the ceramic basin.

"OK."

"We haven't received the textbook fee yet, but we'll pay the service fee first."

Bai Weiwei distributed dough to the group. Ye Xingyu sat opposite Shen Qingci and demonstrated how to pour water into the flour in three batches.

"The first time, let the flour clump together into small pieces; the second time, knead it into the center; and finally, adjust the consistency as needed based on the dryness."

Shen Qingci followed her actions and poured some of the water from the bowl into the bowl.

The flour clumps together after absorbing water and sticks to the back of my hand.

She looked down for a moment, then continued to gather the crumbs into her palm. She didn't wipe them with tissues, nor did she look back towards the courtyard gate.

Ye Xingyu flipped her dough over.

"Don't press your wrist too tightly, push it forward, then fold it back."

Shen Qingci took the exam twice, but the dough was still uneven and pitted.

"so?"

"Loosen it a little more."

Ye Xingyu reached out, but her arm stopped halfway. She didn't touch Shen Qingci directly, but instead moved her washbasin closer so that Shen Qingci could see it clearly.

Shen Qingci followed the direction she demonstrated and massaged again.

The dough gradually gathered together.

"It's done," Ye Xingyu said.

Shen Qingci lowered her head and pressed down on the dough.

"Easier than shredding potatoes."

Chen Lang was kneading the flour into a dough when he heard this and looked at her.

"Teacher Shen, the shredded potatoes you cut yesterday have created a new style of kitchen knife skills."

"What school of thought?"

"Random width group".

"Did you finish eating?"

"I'm done eating."

"That's effective knife skills."

Bai Weiwei slapped the table.

"That makes sense. As long as it's edible, the shape is a matter of personal aesthetics."

Ye Xingyu couldn't help but laugh, looking down at herself. She pushed the rose filling in front of Shen Qingci and taught her to hold the filling with the dough and then press the seam down.

The first pancake was wrapped a bit too long.

Bai Weiwei picked it up and examined it for a long time.

"What is this?"

Shen Qingci answered earnestly, "Fresh flower cake."

"I thought it was a steamed bun."

"The filling didn't leak out."

"Then consider it a graduation."

Su Niannian poked her head out of the kitchen, carrying a spatula.

"Don't just focus on graduation, who has time to taste my sour soup?"

"I'll go."

Just as Shen Qingci was about to get up, Chen Lang pressed down on the ceramic basin in front of her and stood up himself.

"You repeater, finish wrapping the second one first."

"Can you taste sour soup?"

"The basic skills of a god-level glutton."

He went into the kitchen, and Su Niannian immediately followed.

There was one less person at the stone table, but Shen Qingci's shoulders did not tighten again.

Bai Weiwei pushed the rose filling toward her, while Ye Xingyu steadied the swaying bamboo sieve for her. The three girls looked down at the strangely shaped flower cake, arguing whether to press it round or leave it as it was.

A breeze blew in from the rice paddies outside the door, and the steam from the roasting rice drifted into the courtyard.

The voices of her peers drifted around her. Some laughed at her for how ugly her dumplings were, while others handed her fillings.

No one answered for her.

No one was watching the clock urge her on.

No one took the dough from her hand or told her that it was pointless.

Shen Qingci spread the second piece of dough into his palm.

"I'll put in less filling this time."

"No." Bai Weiwei scooped up a full spoonful of rose filling. "The first one didn't break, which means you have talent. Be bold, if you fail, let Chen Lang eat it."

Ye Xingyu nodded.

"He should be able to eat it."

Chen Lang's voice came from the kitchen.

"I can hear you."

Bai Weiwei raised her voice.

"I'm telling you this!"

Laughter erupted again in the courtyard.

Shen Qingci lowered her head and steadily caught the spoonful of rose filling with the dough, without spilling a single bit.

The sound of scissors snapping shut came from beneath the bougainvillea.

The woman next to the flower stand put down her gardening shears.

The cut flower branches are arranged in two rows of different lengths, with the cuts facing outwards and the leaves facing the same direction.

"Niannian, the soup pot in the kitchen is still on the stove."

She wiped the flower juice off the scissors and put the tools back into their leather case.

Su Niannian peeked out and her expression immediately changed.

"My stock!"

She turned and rushed back into the kitchen, her apron sweeping across the threshold, the spatula hitting the doorframe.

Clang.

Bai Weiwei lay on the edge of the table, laughing so hard she couldn't lift her head.

Shen Qingci bent down, protecting the dough that was about to roll away with her hand, and then laughed out loud.

Once she sat up straight again, she held the edges of the dough with both hands, pressing her thumbs inward to seal the opening, without looking at the demonstration on the other side.