A live stream that dramatically transformed a depressed schoolgirl shocked netizens across the count

Shen Qingci and Bai Weiwei walked through the vegetable garden.

Chen Lang stayed by the fence gate, not following. He finished his sweet tea and showed the bottom of the cup to the floating sphere.

"Teacher Shen has been on the job for three minutes and has already become the Bai family's specially appointed plant consultant."

[Lang Ge handed the credit to Qing Ci; she seemed quite composed when talking about her strengths.]

[Awei first asked her what she knew, then asked for her help; this social approach is worth emulating.]

A few days ago I didn't dare ask the stall owner for help, but today I'm carrying a hoe to help my new friend look up plants.

[Updated resume of Teacher Shen: Top student, opinion leader, market haggler, plant consultant.]

Beside the back wall, Bai Weiwei parted a clump of weeds.

Shen Qingci squatted down beside them, inspecting each plant along its leaves and stems.

"This is Bidens pilosa."

"Can it be pulled out?"

"It might stick to clothes, but it won't affect the vegetable garden, so you can leave it."

Bai Weiwei then parted the leaves beside her.

"What about this one?"

"Chickweed."

Bai Weiwei, supporting herself with the hoe handle, squatted down and fiddled with the few oval leaves.

"I've never seen this before."

Shen Qingci used a withered branch to lift the thin stem, revealing a small white flower hidden under the leaves.

"They're commonly found along field edges; they won't damage the vegetables, so you can leave them."

Bai Weiwei stared at it for a while, then looked up and asked her.

"Do I only recognize things that are edible?"

Shen Qingci gripped the hoe handle.

"You're also very good at recognizing vegetables."

She planted the hoe in the ground and added a sentence.

"I used to be unable to tell the difference between cilantro and celery."

Bai Weiwei laughed out loud.

"Then I'll teach you to recognize vegetables, and you teach me to recognize grass."

Shen Qingci gripped the hoe handle and pried open a patch of damp soil.

"it is good."

The hoe blade was inserted into the soil around the seedling, and the roots were turned up from the ground, supported by clumps of soil. Shen Qingci knocked off the soil and put the whole purple-stemmed eupatorium into the sealed bag that Bai Weiwei had opened.

After checking the area along the wall, the two dug up three seedlings.

When Shen Qingci returned to the front yard, he was carrying two small hoes, his shoes were covered in mud, and his sleeves were damp with soil.

Bai Weiwei picked up the sealed bag and presented it to everyone.

"Three plants, the roots have all been dug out."

She tied the bag tightly.

"Add an extra piece of fish to Xiao Qingci tonight."

Chen Lang pulled out a chair for Shen Qingci.

"They get a meal allowance just for going out once, their pay is higher than mine."

Shen Qingci placed the hoe against the wall to keep it stable.

"He is indeed taller than you."

"I've saved people before, after all."

Su Niannian peeked out from the kitchen.

"The biggest piece of fish is yours, what else do you want?"

Chen Lang sat back down in his chair.

"Chef Su is fair and just, I have no objection."

Gu Qingshang placed half a mango on the cutting board. The blade fell along the pit, then cut squares into the flesh.

"Don't cut through the fruit peel."

"After you've finished slicing, flip it over."

She pushed the other half to Shen Qingci.

Shen Qingci gripped the knife handle. The first cut was aimed at the pit, and a piece of fruit fell onto the edge of the cutting board.

She stopped what she was doing.

Gu Qingshang pushed the piece of fruit into the small dish.

"It's edible."

Bai Weiwei immediately took it and put it in her mouth.

"Leftovers belong to the landlord."

Shen Qingci looked at her puffed-up cheeks.

"It's been cut badly."

"Anything sweet will do."

Bai Weiwei swallowed the fruit and pushed the mango back in front of her.

"Continue, I'll take care of eating."

Shen Qingci struck again.

She bypassed the pit with the knife, making several horizontal and vertical cuts to create a grid pattern. She held the peel up and flipped it over, causing the flesh to split open and fall into the center of the white porcelain plate.

Bai Weiwei picked up the plate.

"Keep this one."

Gu Qingshang rotated the plate to align the mango blossom with the center of the table.

"Dinner is served here."

Chen Lang reached out and took a piece of fruit.

"I'll charge an inspection fee for Teacher Shen's first piece of work."

Shen Qingci looked up.

"That was leftovers from Avi."

Bai Weiwei took the plate away.

"Yes. If you want to eat it, cut it yourself."

Chen Lang picked up the remaining mango and twirled the fruit knife in his palm.

"Alright, let me show you a max-level fruit platter."

Su Niannian carried the prepared fish out of the kitchen and placed the basin on the stone table.

"Don't brag yet."

She pulled off her apron, wiped her hands, and glanced around the yard.

"We've had our tea, strolled around the yard, and now it's time to get our chores sorted out."

A bundle of firewood fell at Chen Lang's feet, the knot of the rope rolled twice, and bumped into his Martin boots.

Su Niannian pointed to the backyard with the spatula.

"You, chop wood."

Chen Lang looked down at the bundle of firewood.

"Everyone else is doing technical jobs, why am I doing manual labor?"

"You're the broadest-shouldered and strongest person in the whole hospital, who else would we use if not you?"

"Assigning positions based on appearance?"

Su Niannian crossed her arms.

"Qingci also said you have strength."

Shen Qingci had just picked up the sweet tea when she stopped halfway through.

Their eyes met across the table.

She lowered her eyes, the rim of the cup obscuring half her face. The steam brushed against her ear, and a pale blush spread down to above her collar.

Chen Lang narrowed his eyes.

"Shen, when did you submit your report to Chef Su?"

Su Niannian tapped the firewood with a spatula.

"When we were assigning tasks earlier, I asked who could chop wood, and she said they could."

Chen Lang turned to the side and stared at Shen Qingci's eyes, which were peeking out from behind the rim of the cup.

"Based on the judgment?"

Shen Qingci took a sip of tea.

"Observe objectively."

"What did you observe?"

She placed the porcelain cup back on the table, making a soft clinking sound as it tapped at the bottom.

"Your actions."

"What actions?"

Shen Qingci pressed down on the cup lid, her gaze falling on the bamboo sieve, without answering.

Chen Lang leaned back in his chair, raising his eyebrows.

"The one from this morning?"

Shen Qingci picked up the bamboo sieve, got up and walked under the eaves.

"You should go chop wood."

The live stream paused for a moment, and then the screen was flooded with comments.

[Wait, which set this morning? We didn't enter the live stream this morning!]

[Chen, you scoundrel, you've been secretly giving special treatment to 100,000 families behind their backs?]

[Xiao Qingci is no longer clean. I've observed his movements alone. Can you still make a concrete judgment?]

She took the bamboo sieve and left, refusing to disclose internal information!

Su Niannian grabbed the axe and shoved it into Chen Lang's hand.

Dinner will be served at seven.

"If we can't finish chopping firewood, we'll use an induction cooker for the sour fish soup. If it lacks the flavor of firewood, you'll be responsible for writing a self-criticism for the whole table."

Chen Lang caught the axe handle and glanced at Shen Qingci again.

"Family members, please look carefully."

"Student Shen has access to inside information, Chef Su is in charge of allocating manpower, and in the end, I'm the only one who bears the project's risks."

Su Niannian lifted the spatula.

"If you keep dawdling, dinner will be the one you have to pay for."

Chen Lang hoisted the firewood onto his shoulder, picked up the axe, and headed towards the backyard.

"Others come to Dali for romance and beauty, I come to Dali for precise employment."

Bai Weiwei picked up the bamboo sieve and followed Shen Qingci, their laughter echoing across the courtyard.

"That's because you're the only able-bodied man in the whole hospital."

Two wooden stools were placed under the eaves.

Bai Weiwei patted the spot next to her.

"Sit here, the sun won't shine on you."

"Pick out the dark-colored petals, and remove the stems as well. Put the good ones on the left and the bad ones on the right, so that Sister Qing Shang doesn't see that you've arranged them in a mess."

Gu Qingshang looked up from beside the stone table.

"I heard you."

Bai Weiwei pushed the two bamboo baskets together, aligning their edges into a straight line.

"It's neat now."

Shen Qingci sat down, picked up a rose, and peeled the petals along the stem into a bamboo sieve.

"The Three Spirits Binding ceremony you mentioned earlier, is it about to take place?"

"Yes, it'll be the day after tomorrow."

Bai Weiwei handed her a handful of flower petals.

"These past two days, everyone in the village has been making spirit knots. The mountain spirit uses green thread, the water spirit uses blue thread, and the fire spirit uses red thread. On the night the three spirits are bound, three wooden pillars will be erected at the village entrance, and each household will hang their woven knots on them."

She moved closer to the wooden stool, her braids hanging down to her shoulders.

"When the bronze drum sounds, everyone walks around the three spirit pillars three times, and then ties the strips of cloth with their wishes written on them to the rope. Anyone can participate in the dance afterwards; whether you know them or not, you can join the group by holding hands."

The rustling sound of bamboo strips scraping against wood came from outside the courtyard wall. Several villagers carried a newly assembled wooden frame, wrapped with three-colored cotton thread, and prepared to deliver it to the village entrance.

Bai Weiwei gestured with her chin in that direction.

"The wooden pillars are already being erected, and Grandma even asked me to help dye the cloth strips tomorrow."

She looked at Shen Qingci.

"I'll take you the day after tomorrow."

Shen Qingci caught the handful of petals and plucked the stem.

"it is good."

Bai Weiwei untied the blue and white tie-dyed cloth strip from her wrist, tied it to Shen Qingci's bamboo sieve handle, and tightened the knot.

"Take this to reserve your spot; we can't renege on our promise."

"I'll come and call you when the drum sounds at the village entrance."

The wind blew through the eaves, causing strips of cloth to flutter and brush against the edge of the bamboo sieve.

Shen Qingci lowered his head and paused for a few seconds, then moved the bamboo sieve closer to his knees, covering the handle with the cloth strips tied to it with his palm.

The dull thud of an axe blade slicing through firewood came from the backyard.

One sound after another, with the intervals between them perfectly precise.

Gu Qingshang's knife, used for slicing oranges, stopped on the cutting board.

After hearing the three sounds of the axe striking the ground, she looked up at the backyard.

"The split point is on the left side of the wood grain."

"After the axe went into the wood, it was pulled out two centimeters, saving the effort of pulling the axe out."

Bai Weiwei followed her gaze.

"Does this even need analysis?"

Gu Qingshang divided the orange into six pieces of the same size.

"Habit."

She wiped the fruit knife clean and placed it back on the cutting board with the blade facing inwards.

The oven door closed, and the first batch of fresh flower cakes was sent in. The sour soup bubbled and boiled on the stove, and the aroma of roses mixed with the spiciness of litsea cubeba drifted over the eaves and into our sleeves.

An entry prompt pops up in the upper right corner of the live stream room.

[The top-ranked user, "Qin Feng," entered the live stream.]

The golden gift effect had only been partially displayed when several comments were already at the top.

【Master! I was watching the trending topics until 5 a.m. last night, and I just woke up to find you were streaming!】

Wait, where is this place?

[Where's Teacher Shen in the passenger seat? Driver, how did you end up in a group of girls?!]

The suspended ball swept from the eaves toward the stone table.

Shen Qingci and Bai Weiwei sat by the bamboo sieve picking flower petals, Ye Xingyu was tending to the flower cakes, and Su Niannian was carrying a spatula in and out of the kitchen.

Gu Qingshang sat in front of the cutting board, her long, black hair cascading over her shoulders, pearl earrings framing her ears. The fruit under the knife was arranged in two rows according to size, and a damp cloth was folded into a square and placed on the left side of the cutting board.

Qin Feng's comments kept coming in one after another.

[One, two, three, four, five.]

Master, I only slept for one night, and you've already fought your way from a two-player dungeon to the Daughter Kingdom?

"Don't move yet, I need to check if Teacher Shen has a knife!"

The live stream was flooded with comments.

[The top-ranked young master woke up to find the game had been updated.]

Stop counting, there's another woodcutter in the backyard.

[Qin Shao, stay calm. Teacher Shen has already completed the seating arrangements and task assignments; the situation is still in her hands.]

[Latest news: Chen Lang has been assigned to manual labor.]

The levitating ball swept past the stone table and stopped in front of Gu Qingshang for two seconds.

There was no further movement from Qin Feng's side.

After Gu Qingshang finished cutting the last piece of orange, she placed a damp cloth on the blade and wiped it from the back to the edge. The camera paused in front of her as she raised her hand and flicked the levitating ball towards the fruit plate.

A few seconds later, a bold gold bullet screen appeared on the screen.

[Gu Qingshang?!]

The voices in the courtyard had decreased slightly.

Qin Feng sent two more messages.

[Master, why are you sitting at the same table as Gu Qingshang?]

Her family is frantically searching for her! They've asked everyone they can think of these past two days!

The petals in Bai Weiwei's hand fell back into the bamboo sieve.

Ye Xingyu held onto the edge of the baking pan and looked towards the stone table.

Su Niannian stepped out of the kitchen, a spatula held horizontally in front of her.

Gu Qingshang did not look up.

She washed the damp cloth, folded it again, and pushed the orange that had been turned off the cutting board back into place.

Qin Feng is still typing.

A new golden barrage of comments overtook the previous one.

[The man the Gu family arranged for her to marry just arrived in Dali today!]

The sound of tires rolling over the muddy road could be heard outside the courtyard gate.

Bai Weiwei turned her head to look at the doorway.

A black SUV turned onto the village road from the end of the rice paddy, its body driving over puddles and splashing mud onto the ridges on both sides of the field.

The car did not slow down.

The direction of travel is directly facing the courtyard.

Gu Qingshang put the fruit knife into its leather case and fastened the buckle.

The black car drove past the three spirit pillars being erected at the village entrance, the red, blue, and cyan cotton threads wrapped around the wooden frame fluttering in the wind.

Gu Qingshang picked up the pearl-white helmet from the table and placed it on his lap.

"They arrived earlier than I expected."

The sound of chopping wood in the backyard stopped.

Chen Lang carried an axe out of the bamboo fence gate, his black vest clinging to his shoulders and back, his wisps of hair pressed against his brow bone by sweat.

He glanced at the off-road vehicles on the village road, then looked at Gu Qingshang.

"Boss Gu."

"Is this person also here for sour fish soup?"

Gu Qingshang fastened the helmet buckle, his tone calm.

He doesn't eat fish.

Su Niannian's hand moved up along the handle of the spatula.

"Then what's he doing here?"

The SUV braked outside the courtyard wall, and the mud and water kicked up by the tires splashed onto the stone steps.

The car door opened.

Gu Qingshang raised his eyes.

"Here comes a woman who doesn't want to marry him."