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At midday, the temperature on Hainan Coconut Breeze Island is approaching 35 degrees Celsius.

In the courtyard of the Conch House, a small square table is placed under the shade of a tree, and in the center of the table, a freshly baked crispy roast suckling pig is emitting an irresistible aroma.

"Click."

Lin Yan swiftly sliced ​​off a glistening pork rib, dipped it in her special sauce, and took a bite. The crispy pork skin crackled between her teeth, and the meat juices gushed out.

Lin Yan let out a long, comfortable sigh: "That felt great."

Beside them, Shen Qingqiu, Teacher He, Chef Huang, and Zifeng were also holding chopsticks and eating heartily without any regard for their image.

Chen Yu sat alone in the farthest corner, with a plate of boiled broccoli and a few pitiful lettuce leaves in front of him.

In order to maintain the boy group's extreme body fat percentage and preserve the image of self-discipline in front of fans, he forcefully suppressed the urge to swallow and forced a smile at the camera: "Everyone, eat more. I'm controlling my carbs these days, so I'll just eat some light meals."

Lin Yan chewed on her meat, glancing at him casually.

He reached out with his chopsticks, picked up a perfect piece of lean and fatty hind leg meat, and handed it across the table: "Chen Yu, really not going to try it? I forced Director Wang to buy this pig by paying him a 100,000 yuan penalty for breach of contract. It's a purebred local pig, it melts in your mouth."

Lin Yan paused, then added, "If you're just chewing on those few blades of grass, how will you have the energy to work this afternoon?"

Chen Yu's facial muscles twitched slightly, his stomach was protesting violently.

But with the camera shoved right in his face, he could only grit his teeth and push it away.

"Thank you, Teacher Lin, but really, it's not necessary. As an idol, maintaining my physique is a bottom line. I still have the strength to do the work."

These words are laced with barbs, and the flavor of tea is palpable.

Lin Yan wasn't annoyed at all. She naturally withdrew her hand and stuffed the meat into her mouth, saying, "Fine, don't give it to me. I really don't want to give it to you."

Chen Yu was so angry he almost spat blood onto the broccoli.

The live stream chat was instantly flooded with comments:

[Hahaha! Lin Shen is so mean! He hits right to the soul!]

[Chen Yu's eyes practically glared at a pig, yet he still pretended to be disciplined, grinning from ear to ear at his newfound wealth.]

[Lin Yan is extremely possessive of his food; you actually took his politeness seriously?]

At 2 p.m., the sun became increasingly scorching.

Right on time, Director Wang's voice blared from the loudspeaker outside the courtyard: "Distinguished guests, you've had your fill of food and drink. Now, let's announce the first collective labor task of this season!"

"There's half an acre of wasteland behind the Conch House. This afternoon's task: loosen the wasteland and plant five hundred soybean seeds provided by the production team!"

"Mission complete, reward 300 labor points. Tonight's top-tier seafood feast depends entirely on these 300 points!"

Director Wang cleared his throat, then changed the subject: "Just a heads up, because one of our guests insisted on eating a whole roasted suckling pig for lunch, the production team has seriously overspent. If we don't complete the task tonight, everyone will be eating nothing but water and plain noodles."

As soon as he finished speaking, all eyes in the room immediately fell on Lin Yan, who was lying flat under the shade of a tree.

Lin Yan calmly pulled down his sunglasses and yawned deeply: "Why are you looking at me? It's clearly stated in black and white in the contract that I'm not forced to work. I ate a full lunch, so I can skip dinner as a way to lose weight. It's not unacceptable."

Chef Huang smiled helplessly and picked up the towel draped over the chair: "Alright, Xiao Lin is just following the rules. Let's do it, the five of us. Half an acre, many hands make light work."

Chen Yu's eyes lit up; his chance to shine had arrived.

He immediately stood up, took off his jacket, revealing a tight black vest, his muscle definition on full display in front of the camera.

He grabbed two hoes from the corner of the wall, full of energy: "Teacher Huang, Teacher He, you two take a break. I'm young and strong, I'll go set an example first!"

After saying that, he strode straight to the wasteland behind the house.

Upon arriving at the field, Chen Yu picked up his hoe and began frantically digging holes.

To showcase his boyfriend charm on camera, he made exaggerated movements, slamming each hoe into the soil, then bending down to throw soybeans and tamping them down with his feet.

For the first ten minutes, the brainless fans in the live chat were still spamming the screen:

[Yu Ge is so handsome! Those muscles are absolutely amazing!]

This is a true role model of positive energy! Unlike that lazy bum surnamed Lin who only knows how to freeload!

However, twenty minutes later, the scorching sun in Hainan taught them a lesson.

Chen Yu's vest was completely soaked with sweat, and his movements as he wielded the hoe were like those of a rusty machine. His back ached so much it felt like it was going to break, and two bloody blisters had formed on his palms.

He worked himself to the bone to cultivate less than one-tenth of his half-acre plot of land.

"Why is this ground so hard...?"

Chen Yu leaned on his hoe, panting heavily, his face deathly pale.

Zhang Zifeng and Shen Qingqiu helped plant the seeds with small shovels, and they were also sweating profusely from the effort.

As the Empress, Shen Qingqiu had never done farm work before, and her fair hands were covered in black mud.

Just then, Lin Yan strolled leisurely to the edge of the field, carrying a glass of iced cola.

He looked at these few miserable "manual seeders" and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"I'm telling you, if you keep planting at this rate, forget about tonight's seafood, even tomorrow's breakfast is in doubt."

Lin Yan took a big gulp of cola, the ice cubes making a crisp clinking sound.

Chen Yu was seething with anger and nowhere to vent it, and he immediately exploded when he heard this.

"Lin Yan, it's easy for you to talk when you're not the one doing the work! If you're so capable, come down and plant them yourself! If you think it's too slow, go and gnaw on the tree bark right now!"

Lin Yan looked at his exasperated appearance and didn't respond at all.

He turned and walked towards the production crew's work shed where they stored miscellaneous items.

The live stream camera immediately focused on him, and the viewers were curious about what kind of trouble this salted fish was up to.

Lin Yan was seen rummaging through the pile of scrap.

They picked out two broken PVC plastic pipes, a discarded wheelbarrow frame, a broken plastic funnel, and a pile of thick iron wire.

Lin Yan casually picked up the pliers and tape from the worktable.

Turn the plastic funnel upside down and tie the bottom to the first section of PVC pipe; then use wire to firmly fix the pipe to the center of the unicycle frame, with the pipe opening leading straight to the ground behind the wheel.

Finally, attach another angled hard plastic tube to the front of the frame.

His hands flew up and down, the pliers clicking loudly.

His movements were so fluid and skillful, it was as if he had been a veteran fitter who had worked at the Red Star Tractor Factory for ten years.

In less than ten minutes, a simple and even somewhat strange mechanical device was formed.

Lin Yan took the cloth bag containing the soybeans used for assembling the program and poured it all into the large funnel above.

Pushing the broken cart, he walked back to the wasteland.

"Excuse me, let me through." Lin Yan gestured with his chin toward Chen Yu, who was blocking his way.

Chen Yu sneered repeatedly: "What are you trying to do with this pile of junk? Perform some kind of magic trick?"

Lin Yan didn't even glance at him, gripped the cart handles with both hands, and casually pushed it forward.

The angled plastic pipe in front instantly plowed through the hard soil like a sharp blade, carving out an extremely even shallow trench.

Immediately afterwards, the rear wheel turned, creating a slight vibration, and the soybeans in the funnel fell precisely into the ditch along the tube with a "tap, tap, tap" sound; while the two iron plates at the back of the wheelbarrow smoothed the soil on both sides, perfectly covering the seeds.

Ditching, sowing, and filling with soil—all done in one smooth motion, so seamless it's almost unbelievable.

Lin Yan maintained the old man's walking pace, pushing this "broken-down" vehicle back and forth across the half-acre plot of land.

Just two minutes.

Two perfectly straight, flat ridges filled with soybeans miraculously appeared on the ground.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

Chen Yu, who was holding a hoe and preparing to continue his efforts, looked like a statue whose power had been cut off, his eyeballs almost hitting his feet.

The towel in Huang Xiaochu's hand fell to the ground with a "plop".

Teacher He's mouth dropped open, and it took her a while to manage to squeeze out, "This...this is an automatic seeder?"

Lin Yan pushed the cart, turned around and walked towards the next row, speaking in a calm tone as he went.

"Farming requires brains. You were digging away with a broken hoe, and I almost thought you were filming an ancient costume exile drama. Who does land reclamation by pure manual labor these days?"

The live stream chat paused for a second, then erupted with a deafening barrage of comments:

[Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!!! Where did this top-tier craftsman come from?!]

[A semi-automatic seeder that can be manually operated in ten minutes?!]

[Chen Yu worked for half an hour until his hands were raw, while Lin Yan just pushed his bike around and finished? Is this what a big shot is like?]

[You thought he was just going to slack off, but he was actually thinking about how to drive the Industrial Revolution]

Chen Yu's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, and he was caught between a rock and a hard place, unsure whether to throw the hoe away or pick it up.

He went to great lengths to establish a perfect image of "hard-working and resilient" by doing manual labor, but in the face of Lin Yan's simple yet hardcore handmade machine, he became a complete joke.

In less than ten minutes, the remaining soybeans were all gone.

Lin Yan tossed the cart aside and dusted off his hands.

"Three hundred points, credited to your account. Director Wang, hurry up and prepare the seafood. I don't ask for much, just enough to fill my stomach."

Wang Ping, the chief director, was sitting behind the monitor, rubbing his temples with a wry smile on his face.

The assistant director next to him lowered his voice: "Director Wang, this kid is completely unpredictable. Chen Yu's image has completely collapsed."

"So what if it collapses? Star Glory team put in a bunch of incompetent people, who can they blame but themselves?"

Wang Ping rubbed his temples. He had no time to care about Chen Yu's life or death; his mind was preoccupied with another urgent matter.

When the seventh season of "Leisurely Days" premiered, the only requirement from the local cultural and tourism authorities was that the production team must come up with an official promotional song that fit the themes of "island, slow life, and redemption".

Wang Ping stared intently at Lin Yan on the screen, who was walking towards the recliner to continue being a couch potato, his eyes flashing intensely.

He played "Sorrow" and "Once Upon a Time" on repeat all night in his room last night. This kid's talent is unfathomable; he definitely has more to come!

"Old Chen," Director Wang grabbed the walkie-talkie, his tone fierce, "get the seafood ready tonight, plenty! Also, quietly move that equipment into the yard. Tonight, if we don't force this kid to reveal what's really inside him, I'm not going to keep this job as the director!"