Strange in public! Trying to conceive in private! Pampered and kissed every night.

Jian Yi didn't know why Song Xinya suddenly asked about her family situation, and her expression changed on her fair and delicate face.

It wasn't that she didn't want to tell Song Xinya about her family situation, but rather that her family situation was too complicated...

Moreover, from the perspective of the general public, her family situation evokes a sense of shame that is difficult to express.

Although Jian Yiyi and Song Xinya haven't known each other for long, how bad could someone be if they dare to stand up and help others when they are being bullied?

In a society where everyone prioritizes self-preservation and avoids trouble, Song Xinya represents one of the few precious acts of kindness that Jian Yiyi can receive.

Jane cherishes this kindness and wants it to stay with her for as long as possible.

She worried that if she told Song Xinya about her family situation, Song Xinya's gaze would be as strange as those of others who knew about her family situation.

Because her family situation was so dire...

The tin bucket landed on the ground with a dull thud.

Jane ran over as if fleeing: "The soybeans have already been scooped out of the basin, it's time to grind them into a paste and filter them."

She stood amidst a pile of soybeans, her eyelashes drooping, holding a plastic ladle in her hand, bending down and straightening up again, looking very busy.

Song Xinya knew that the girl was deliberately avoiding her.

Song Xinya didn't think there was anything wrong with Jian Yiyi's behavior. Everyone has secrets they don't want to talk about, and everyone has the right to refuse others.

Besides, Song Xinya and Jian Yiyi have only met twice.

Song Xinya's inquiry into Jian Yi's family situation was an overstepping of boundaries.

Song Xinya was too anxious. She desperately wanted to understand why she felt such an instant connection with Jian Yiyi.

A shadow fell from above, and a refreshing orange scent wafted into his nostrils as Jin Ruizhi stood in front of Song Xinya.

"Teacher Song, I've dug out all the soybeans."

Song Xinya: "Well done, I'll reward you with a little red flower later."

Jin Ruizhi, with his arrogant and cool demeanor, said with a cold expression, "I'm not a child."

Song Xinya: "Then forget it, I won't reward you with a little red flower."

Jin Ruizhi: "Teacher Song, you can't take back what you've said. You have to be true to your word and do what you say."

Song Xinya patted her legs and stood up from the chair: "Young man, if you want a little red flower, just say so. You should dare to express what you care about. Don't be stubborn, don't beat around the bush, and don't be hypocritical."

Jin Ruizhi: "I want a little red flower."

Song Xinya: "Okay, I'll make one for you tonight and bring it to you tomorrow."

Jin Ruizhi asked, "What do I need to do next?"

Song Xinya looked at Jian Yiyi: "Do I look like someone who can make tofu? Go ask Yiyi."

Jin Ruizhi walked up to Jian Yiyi and said, "Yiyi, I want to help you. Please give me a chance."

Song Xinya raised an eyebrow. This kid learns really fast, and his speaking skills have improved dramatically. Even she, a married woman, felt embarrassed listening to him.

Upon hearing this, Jane almost dropped the ladle she was holding.

The girl was shy, so she turned around and faced away from Jin Ruizhi.

Jin Ruizhi looked at Song Xinya for help.

Song Xinya never imagined on the day she started her job that she, a tutor, would have to teach people how to date.

"Grinding and filtering, as the name suggests, involves grinding soybeans into a paste."

She pointed to a millstone by the door: "Go grind the soybeans."

Jin Ruizhi: "I've only ever seen this kind of turntable on TV, with an old ox pulling a millstone."

Song Xinya: "The city doesn't allow scalpers to work for the elderly, so you're now that kind of scalper."

Without saying a word, Jin Ruizhi poured the soybeans into the millstone, gripped the handles with both hands, pushed off the ground with both feet, and began to push the millstone in circles.

The millstone was made of stone and was very heavy, requiring two people to work together to move it.

Although Jin Rui was strong and intelligent, he still struggled to push. Before long, large beads of sweat streamed down his sharp facial features, and his white shirt clung to his body, damp and sticky.

He, a young master who had never done any physical labor before, now works tirelessly as a "workhorse," pushing the millstone without a single complaint.

The air was filled with the creaking of the millstone and the heavy footsteps of the boy walking on the ground.

The two sounds blended together gave a feeling of particularly tragic fate.

Light, quick footsteps approached, and a slender, pretty young woman stood before Jin Ruizhi: "Stop grinding the millstone."

Jin Ruizhi looked up at Jian Yiyi: "Is it because I pushed too slowly, Yiyi? I will push faster, I promise, I will work harder, please let me push."

When Jane looked at him, his face, which was so white it was almost transparent, was covered in sweat, like dewdrops sprinkled on white porcelain at dawn, revealing a disheveled look. But undeniably, he was still handsome at that moment.

She turned her face away from him, her thick, butterfly-like eyelashes drooping, and said, "The way of grinding soybeans with a millstone is outdated. Now we use electric grinders."

She pointed to the machine placed against the wall in the room: "We use that to grind soybeans now."

Song Xinya's leisurely voice drifted over: "Yes, in an industrialized society, who still uses the millstone method? Sixty pounds of soybeans, you could grind them for a whole day and night and still not finish."

Jin Ruizhi: "Then why did you still make me Lao Huang...?"

Wait a minute, he suddenly realized that Jian Yiyi, who had always disliked him, was taking the initiative to talk to him!

Why does Teacher Song work like an ox?

This is the reason.

Jin Ruizhi looked at Song Xinya with eyes that held half gratitude and half admiration.

Song Xinya: "Stop standing there, hurry up and go work with Yiyi. The customer will be coming to pick up the tofu in two hours."

Time was of the essence, so Jian Yi quickly ran to the electric grinder and started grinding soybeans.

Jin Ruizhi also ran over, snatched the ladle from her hand, and stood in front of her, saying, "I'll do it."

Jane Yi: "You won't."

Jin Ruizhi: "Teach me."

She reached out to snatch the ladle from his hand.

He raised his arm high.

She stretched out her arms and jumped around, but still couldn't reach it.

Jin Ruizhi watched her hopping around like a little white rabbit, his face flushing with a lively blush.

After jumping several times, Jian Yi lost her balance and fell headfirst into his arms.

Her full, fair forehead bumped against his strong chest.

Jane covered her forehead, tilted her small face up, pouted her little mouth, and glared at him.

Jin Ruizhi only thought that the way she glared at him was particularly cute.

He said to her, "You have to listen to me on this matter. I'll do the work, and you stand by and guide me. Otherwise, we'll just keep standing here doing nothing."

Jane blushed and said, "You're being unreasonable, you're being a scoundrel."

Jin Ruizhi's inner monologue: She looks so cute even when she's scolding me.

Song Xinya: "You two, stop standing there like wooden puppets. Put aside all that love and hate for now and finish your work first."

Jane Yi stopped insisting and said, "Let's get to work."

Jin Ruizhi whistled loudly, his tone cheerful: "Get to work!"

Jane Yi: "No whistling allowed."

Jin Ruizhi: "Okay, I won't brag."

Men and women working together makes the work less tiring.

Even after grinding all sixty jin of soybeans into a paste, Jin Ruizhi remained energetic.

This was the first time he had ever been this close to her.

It was also the first time I did something with her.

This feeling made him happier than playing video games, singing karaoke, going to amusement parks, flying to Milan for a fashion show, traveling to Europe, or skiing in the Alps.

Jin Ruizhi looked at Jian Yiyi, who was covered in sweat, and said, "Go sit down and rest. I can do it myself."

Jane Yi: "That won't do."

A smile graced Jin Ruizhi's youthful and handsome face as he asked her, "Are you feeling sorry for me?"

Jane's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly as she replied, "I just want to finish making the tofu as soon as possible."

Jin Ruizhi: "Then I'll continue making tofu."

Jane Yi: "Shall we take a break before continuing?"

Jin Ruizhi: "Go and rest for a while, I'm not tired at all."

While Jian Yi rested, Jin Ruizhi kept busy making tofu.

Two hours later, Jin Ruizhi, Jian Yiyi, and Song Xinya had made all sixty jin of soybeans into tofu.

The customer arrived and received the tofu within the agreed time.

Jane felt a sudden sense of relief: "Mission accomplished, reputation preserved, great!"

Song Xinya glanced at the time: "It's getting late, we'll be going now. You must be tired after doing so much work, get some rest."

Jin Ruizhi said reluctantly, "I feel there's still plenty of time. I can help Jian Yi with some more work."

Song Xinya pulled him outside, saying, "Little Bee, that's enough for today. Yi Yi has her own life and studies to attend to."

There was one whole tofu left, so Jian Yi cut it in half, put it in a bag, and gave one half to Song Xinya and the other half to Jin Ruizhi.

"Thank you for helping me today. I'll treat you to tofu for now, and I'll treat you to a meal another day."

Song Xinya: "No need to treat me to a meal, the tofu is quite delicious, isn't it, Young Master Jin?"

Jin Ruizhi: "Yes, I just like to take advantage of Jian Yiyi."

Jane blushed and ran into the house with her head down.

Actually, Jin Ruizhi simply meant "to take advantage of someone," and had no other meaning.

One of the students was overthinking it.

Song Xinya sat in the Porsche Ice Berry Pink, looked at the freshly cooked, white and tender tofu, still steaming hot, and was about to take a bite when her phone rang.

Qin Yuhe sent her a message—