I'm in Wuha, and the whole internet is shipping me and Song Yuqi as a couple.

Song Yuqi pulled out a chair at the dining table and was just about to sit down.

Chen He pulled out the chair next to her and moved closer.

He tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over Song Yuqi's face twice, and let out a long "tsk".

"Yuqi, was the sea breeze strong last night?"

Song Yuqi felt uncomfortable under his gaze and picked up the empty water glass on the table.

"It's not big, it's fine."

Chen He placed the mug on the table, rested his chin on his hands, and his smile became even more irritating.

"Did you sleep well? Your complexion looks rosy."

He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, his gaze shifting back and forth between the stairs and Song Yuqi.

"This isn't from the sea breeze, it's clearly nourished by love."

The heat that had just subsided for Song Yuqi was now rising again.

She pushed the empty water glass away a little and coughed twice to cover up her embarrassment.

"Brother He, did you not move enough things yesterday and want to practice more today?"

Undeterred by the danger, Chen He continued to push forward.

"I'm not doing extra training; I just want to show some concern for the women in our Wuha family."

"After all, a man and a woman alone in a room, what if one of them can't control themselves..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Jiang Che walked out of the kitchen carrying two plates, his steps very light.

He placed one of the plates in front of Song Yuqi, then turned his head and calmly looked at Chen He's face.

There were no extra expressions.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

Chen He's remaining words were stuck in his throat, and he swallowed hard.

Jiang Che pulled out the chair to Song Yuqi's left and sat down, pushing another breakfast in his hand in front of himself.

"Can't control what?"

He asked casually, his hands never stopping as he picked up a knife and fork and began cutting the bacon on his plate.

Chen He shrank back half a meter to create a safe distance.

"It's nothing. I just said I couldn't control myself and ate too much barbecue last night."

Deng Chao sat opposite him and relentlessly undermined him.

"That's not what you just said. You clearly mentioned a man and a woman alone together."

Chen He glared at Deng Chao, then slipped over and sat down next to Lu Han, no longer daring to look at Song Yuqi.

Song Yuqi looked down at the plate in front of her.

It was a perfectly cooked, soft-boiled egg with a slightly charred edge on the white and the yolk still wobbling slightly.

It was served with two slices of toast that were just toasted to a light golden brown, and a few chopped cherry tomatoes.

Let's look at the other three people in front of us.

On Deng Chao's plate were two slightly blackened slices of bread, while in front of Chen He was only a cup of black coffee.

Lu Han was a little better off; she had a boiled sausage.

"Why is it only Yuqi who gets a soft-boiled egg?"

Deng Chao poked his dry, crumbly bread with his fork, making a strong protest.

Jiang Che handed the sliced ​​bacon to Song Yuqi and took a sip of water.

"There's still food in the kitchen; if you want to eat it, just go and fry it yourself."

Chen He looked at his empty plate and was overcome with sorrow.

"This is discrimination! This is prioritizing romantic relationships over friendships!"

He loudly accused the camera.

"Viewers, you've all seen it, haven't you? On this show, single people don't deserve to eat breakfast."

Chen He reluctantly picked up his fork and tried to poke at the piece of black bread on Deng Chao's plate.

Deng Chao reacted quickly and protected his plate.

"What are you doing? This is the food I earned through my labor."

Chen He was heartbroken.

"Your bread is practically charcoal-burnt; eating it will cause cancer. I'm trying to save you!"

"I'd rather cause cancer than give it to you."

Lu Han cut the boiled sausage in half and gave one half to Chen He.

"Eat up, and keep your mouth shut. If you anger him, you won't get any lunch either."

Song Yuqi took a bite of the soft-boiled egg, the yolk spreading in her mouth, the taste was just right.

She glanced at Jiang Che, and the slight embarrassment in her heart was completely overshadowed by the sweetness.

Jiang Che reached out and pushed the milk next to her forward.

"Drink some warm water. You were exposed to the sea breeze last night, so don't drink cold milk this morning."

Song Yuqi nodded obediently, picked up the warm water he pushed over, and drank half a cup.

The screen was instantly filled with comments from viewers who had been waiting since early morning.

Dogs are being slaughtered starting early this morning; I can't live like this anymore.

[Given Jiang Che's gaze, if Chen He had said another word, he probably would have been drowned on the spot.]

[A soft-boiled egg on one side—this man is so hypocritical, even when frying an egg. I love it.]

[Song Yuqi is so well-behaved in front of him; that's the confidence that comes from being favored.]

The five people were enjoying a rare morning.

The loudspeaker in the courtyard crackled to life, followed by Wu Zheng's ever-energetic voice.

Good morning, everyone.

Chen He almost dropped the sausage in his hand onto the table.

Deng Chao poked half his head out of the kitchen, holding a spatula in his hand.

"Oh no, I have a really bad feeling."

Wu Zheng's voice continued to echo in the villa.

"Did you enjoy your stay at the villa last night? Was the seafood barbecue delicious?"

Song Yuqi put down her knife and fork and looked at the camera in the living room.

"Director Wu, just say what you have to say."

Wu Zheng laughed out loud on the radio.

"It seems our CFO is eager to get started today's work."

"To allow everyone to fully experience the island atmosphere, the production team has decided that everyone will need to prepare their own lunch today."

Chen He breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's just cooking, isn't it? Didn't we buy a lot of groceries yesterday?"

Lu Han reminded him.

"We ate all the food from yesterday last night, not even a potato peel was left."

Wu Zheng paused for a moment, seemingly quite satisfied with their current reaction.

"That's right, yesterday's ingredients have been completely used up."

"This morning's task is: collecting blind boxes from the beach."

The voice on the radio suddenly rose in volume, filled with schadenfreude.

"The production team has already designated a special area on the beach when the tide is out."

"Your lunch ingredients will all be dug up by yourselves on the beach."

"If you find a crab, eat the crab; if you find a clam, eat the clam."

"If we can't find it, then we'll just have the sea breeze for lunch."

Deng Chao rushed out of the kitchen with a spatula in his hand.

"What happened to the funds we earned yesterday?"

Wu Zheng's laughter grew even louder.

"Funding is certainly useful."

"The funds can be used to purchase luxury services provided by the production team."

"For example: a beach massage chair costs 500 yuan per hour, a sun umbrella costs 300 yuan, and there is even a private background music service."

"However, it absolutely cannot be used to buy food."

The villa was silent for a full ten seconds.

Chen He stuffed the remaining half of the sausage into his mouth and chewed it very hard.

"Are you crazy? Even capitalists would weep at this!"

Song Yuqi was getting a little anxious; she looked at the camera.

"Director Wu, can we at least buy bottled water? It's so hot."

The sound from the radio was completely flat.

"Mineral water is fifty yuan a bottle, and supplies are limited."

Chen He slammed his head directly onto the dining table.

"Fifty dollars a bottle? Is your water made of gold?"

Deng Chao threw the spatula on the table and covered his head with his hands.

"Wu Zheng, you're not human!"

Lu Han sighed and resignedly began clearing the plates off the table.

"I knew it, it's not so easy to get something for nothing from Director Wu."

Song Yuqi turned to look at Jiang Che.

Jiang Che remained calm and slowly finished the last bite of toast.

He wiped his hands with a napkin and stood up.

"Let's go."

Chen He stared at him with wide eyes.

"Leave? Where to? To do hard labor?"

Jiang Che didn't even look at him. He walked over to Song Yuqi and picked up the sun protection clothing that was draped over the back of the chair.

"Let's go for a walk on the beach."

He handed the sun-protective clothing to Song Yuqi in a relaxed tone.

"Consider it a way to aid digestion."

The five people walked out of the villa and came to the gate of the yard.

The staff were already waiting there, pushing a small cart.

There were five small red and blue plastic buckets and five small plastic shovels on the vehicle.

Brightly colored, but made of thin material.

This is clearly a beach toy sold for ten yuan a set at a roadside stall, used to trick children.

Deng Chao picked up a small shovel, weighed it in his hand, and his expression was indescribable.

"Director Wu, you want us to use this for beachcombing?"

"This thing will probably break after digging in the sand twice."

The staff member, barely suppressing a laugh, handed over the task card.

"Director Wu said that these are tools for a natural beachcombing experience, so please use them with care."

Chen He looked at the small shovel in his hand, which still had a crack in the middle, and argued his case.

"This shovel is leaking sand! How am I supposed to dig with this?"

The staff member answered in a very serious manner.

"This is to increase the fluidity of the sand and improve the digging experience."

Chen He was rendered speechless by this argument.

Lu Han picked up a blue shovel and tapped it twice in her palm, making a crisp plastic sound.

"Alright, stop being picky. If you keep picking, Director Wu won't even give us this plastic sheet anymore."

Jiang Che casually picked up two plastic buckets and two shovels.

He picked out one of the buckets that was slightly better intact, and stuffed the rest, along with the leaky shovel, into Chen He's arms.

"Grab your weapons."

Chen He held a pile of broken plastic, his face full of grievance.

"Why are you giving them all to me?"

"Because you talk too much."

Jiang Che handed the small plastic bucket he had chosen to Song Yuqi, and took a slightly sturdier shovel for himself.

"Let's go play in the sand."

Song Yuqi took the small red bucket and shook it in her hand.

She was infected by Jiang Che's attitude of not taking the mission seriously at all, and all her worries from before disappeared.

"Okay, let's go play in the sand then."

The group, wearing flip-flops, walked along the boardwalk toward the beach.

The morning sea breeze carried a salty smell, and the sunlight was not yet so dazzling.

The receding tide revealed large areas of sand and rocks on the beach.

In the distance, many local fishermen were collecting seafood, and they seemed to have had a good harvest.

Deng Chao perked up when he saw the fishermen in the distance.

"It seems this island has a good variety of seafood; we've got our lunch sorted for today."

Chen He also became excited.

"I want to dig for big crabs, and I want them steamed."

The five people followed the route map provided by the production team and walked all the way to the designated area enclosed by red and white barriers.

Standing outside the cordon, the five people stopped in their tracks at the same time.

The smile on his face also faded.

This is the designated area in front of us.

It was a barren reef group, interspersed with white dead sand.

Don't even mention crab holes.

There wasn't even a single seaweed.

It was so clean it was heartbreaking.

Deng Chao rubbed his eyes in disbelief and pointed to the desolate beach.

"Wu Zheng, you call this a 'blind box' for beachcombing?"

Chen He threw the plastic bucket in his hand onto the ground.

"There's not even a seashell here, what are we digging for? To bury a corpse?"

Lu Han squatted down and casually scooped up some sand with the plastic shovel in her hand.

Below is hard stone.

He looked up and gave his final conclusion.

"Even dogs have to leave this place on an empty stomach."

Song Yuqi carried a small red bucket and looked at the rocky beach that didn't even have a puddle.

She tugged at Jiang Che's sleeve.

"Are we really going to eat sea breeze for lunch?"

Jiang Che's gaze swept over the seemingly lifeless reef, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"We won't go hungry."