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There was no elaborate plating, no expensive seasonings, and not even a drop of cooking oil.

It has only the purest salty taste of seawater and the natural sweetness of the fish.

In no time, a pot of authentic seafood stew was ready.

The rich, fresh aroma filled the air, making one's mouth water.

The two sat on a large wooden stump in front of the wooden house.

Jiang Ye whittled two simple pairs of chopsticks out of a twig and handed one pair to Han Qingru.

"Try it, a pure, natural, and pollution-free seafood feast on a deserted island," Jiang Ye said with a smile.

Han Qingru took the twig chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish, and put it in her mouth.

The fish was incredibly tender, with a unique sweetness from the sea. Although it was made without any seasoning, it was surprisingly delicious.

"tasty!"

Han Qingru's eyes lit up, and she began to eat heartily.

Completely disregarding her image as a female CEO, she grabbed a crab with her hand, forcefully broke open the shell, and sucked out the delicious crab roe.

Soup dripped down her chin and onto her old shirt, but she didn't seem to care.

Jiang Ye watched as she ate with complete disregard for her image, yet seemed incredibly satisfied.

He knew perfectly well what was going on in his heart.

This simple seafood stew had no comfortable setting or elegant music.

However, this meal was a hundred times more delicious than any Michelin-starred meal he had ever had in Seoul.

Because this is food they obtained themselves, the result of their joint efforts.

More importantly, the woman he was having dinner with was the woman he was willing to protect for the rest of his life.

After a satisfying meal, the sea breeze caressed me, bringing a touch of lazy warmth.

Jiang Ye held Han Qingru's hand, and the two of them walked barefoot on the soft, flat sand.

Waves surged in, washing over their feet and leaving behind tiny white bubbles.

Jiang Ye stopped and released Han Qingru's hand.

He bent down and picked up a twig from the beach that had turned white from being washed by the sea.

"Big sister, look."

Jiang Ye took a tree branch and began to sketch on the flat, wet sand.

His movements were quick and fluid.

Before long, a huge and detailed blueprint for the renovation appeared on the beach.

"Now that we've decided to live here for a while, we can't keep living in that drafty, dilapidated house."

Jiang Ye pointed to the sketch on the ground, his eyes gleaming with excitement, and described his plan to Han Qingru.

"I want to personally transform this place into the true 'Cloud Wasteland' in our hearts."

"Look, this is the main body of the wooden house. I'm going to renovate the roof, lay a waterproof layer and new thatch to ensure it won't leak even in heavy rain."

"We'll clear this empty space behind the house and turn it into a vegetable garden, where we can grow some of your favorite vegetables and be self-sufficient."

Jiang Ye took a tree branch and drew an outward-extending semicircle along the edge of the sketch.

"This is the most important part!"

"I want to build a spacious and sturdy viewing terrace on the edge of the cliff. Every evening, we can sit on the terrace, drink tea, and watch the sunset over the sea."

"Also, we need to get a solar power system to solve our electricity problem. With electricity, we can use the refrigerator and listen to music at night."

Han Qingru stood to the side, looking at the drawings on the beach and listening to Jiang Ye's passionate description.

Excitement and anticipation shone in her eyes.

This is no longer a cold, impersonal business plan, but a blueprint for a home they built together, full of warmth and life.

"Okay! We'll do it your way!"

Han Qingru clapped her hands happily, like a little girl full of hope for the future.

"Then let's go shopping for supplies this afternoon!"

The sun was still shining brightly in the afternoon.

Jiang Ye found some local fishermen fishing nearby and borrowed a small motorboat with a motor using several hundred-yuan bills.

With the roar of the engine, the small boat cut through the waves, carrying the two to a large island town dozens of nautical miles away.

The town's market was bustling and full of rich Southeast Asian flavor.

The two of them moved between various shops, embarking on a frenzied shopping spree.

Jiang Ye bought a large quantity of sturdy timber, boxes of nails, thick waterproof cloth, and various woodworking tools such as hammers and saws.

Han Qingru carefully selected and bought a large number of vegetable seeds, including tomatoes, cucumbers, and bok choy, at the seed shop.

In addition, they also purchased a large quantity of rice, flour, cooking oil, pots, pans, and other daily necessities.

Only after filling the small motorboat to the brim did the two of them finally set off on their journey home, completely satisfied.

On the way back, laden with our spoils, it was sunset.

A huge red sun hung on the sea surface, dyeing the entire sea surface a magnificent golden-red.

Jiang Ye steered the small boat, while Han Qingru sat at the bow, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, the sea breeze ruffling her long hair.

The two looked ahead at the small island that would soon become their new home, filled with boundless anticipation for their future life on the deserted island.

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In the days that followed, Jiang Ye completely transformed into a bricklayer and carpenter.

Jiang Ye got up at dawn.

He took off his shirt, baring his chest, and wielded a hammer and saw under the scorching sun.

Sweat streamed down his strong muscles, glistening with a healthy sheen in the sunlight.

He climbed onto the dilapidated roof and removed all the rotten old thatch.

Then, he carefully laid down the newly bought waterproof cloth, and then covered it layer by layer with thick new thatch, securing it firmly with wire and nails.

After repairing the roof, Jiang Ye began to build a viewing terrace on the cliff edge.

He carried the sturdy logs and drove them one by one into the crevices of the rocks at the edge of the cliff to serve as supporting pillars.

Then lay down thick wooden planks and nail them firmly in place with long nails.

Each swing of the hammer was accompanied by his heavy breathing.

Han Qingru was not idle either.

She was wearing a large straw hat and coarse cloth clothes, and was busy in the open space behind the house.

With a hoe in hand, she loosened the hard soil bit by bit, clearing away the weeds and pebbles.

Then, she carefully sowed the vegetable seeds she had bought into the soil and watered them.

Farm work is not easy.

A few days later, several glistening blisters appeared on Han Qingru's originally fair and delicate hands.

But she didn't care at all and continued to enjoy herself.

Watching the seeds take root and sprout in the soil filled her with a sense of accomplishment.

In addition to growing vegetables, Han Qingru also used purchased colored paint to repaint the interior walls of the wooden house.

The originally dark and dilapidated walls have been transformed into a warm beige color, instantly brightening the entire room.

Whenever Jiang Ye was exhausted and sweating profusely, he would sit on the wooden stake and catch his breath.

Han Qingru would then come over with a glass of cool boiled water.

She gently wiped the sweat from Jiang Ye's forehead and back with a clean towel.

"Are you tired? Have some water and rest for a while." Han Qingru's voice was as gentle as a breeze.

Jiang Ye took the water glass, drank it all in one gulp, and looked at the few specks of paint on Han Qingru's face. He smiled and reached out to wipe them off for her.

"I'm not tired. Seeing our home getting better little by little gives me a lot of energy."

Watching the once dilapidated wooden house gradually become warm and sturdy through the joint efforts of the two.