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In front of the scheming Yang Yichen, Liu Qingxi appeared like an innocent white rabbit, completely unaware of the traps being laid.
The mother and son beside her had already reached a tacit understanding.
"Qingxi, I haven't hosted any banquets in the countryside before. Could you come help me out?" Wen Family was ostensibly asking for her assistance, but in reality, it was an excuse to give their son a chance to get closer.
"Of course, Aunt. Even if you didn't ask, I would definitely help. Don't worry."
Time passed quickly, and before they knew it, it was the day the Wen Family had promised to host the villagers.
On this day, Ten Li Pu was bustling with activity. Liu Qingxi's Construction Team also paused work to celebrate Yang Yichen's high school graduation.
At the Yang Family Courtyard, guests gathered. Although there weren't any prominent figures from the town, just ordinary folks, their simple faces made for a comfortable atmosphere.
The day before, Yang Yichen had sent someone to gather various ingredients from the town. Originally planning to hire a few chefs, Zhang Wuliang waved his hand and said it wasn't necessary; a few villagers could come over to help instead.
Sure enough, several capable women from Liu's family approached with smiles and happened to run into Liu Qingxi. "Qingxi, are you here to help too?"
"Yes, Aunt. Let's work together."
Upon arriving at the Yang Family Courtyard, the men had already set up several large pots. The firewood underneath was blazing hot, and boiling water bubbled vigorously.
A few women rolled up their sleeves and got right to work without hesitation—some were cutting meat, others washing vegetables or frying meatballs. They worked in harmony with fluid movements that clearly indicated they were used to kitchen chores.
Liu Qingxi intended to help as well but was stopped by Liu at the moment she reached out: "You're a Young Lady; don't come over here. Just relax; we’ve got this."
The women were quite efficient, and considering Liu Qingxi's delicate skin that had been well cared for, it was hard to bear having her hands get dirty.
Moreover, Liu Qingxi's contributions to the village were unprecedented; she was truly a national treasure and deserved special treatment.
Helplessly, Liu Qingxi felt that no matter what she did, she would always be criticized by Kid, so she could only return to the backyard and enjoy the fish and flowers with the Wen Family.
"Qingxi, come and take a look! The Zhuhaitang flowers have bloomed today. What do you think?"
Layers of petals filled her view, their fresh colors exuding a light fragrance.
The chaotic sounds from the outer courtyard did not disturb the tranquility of the path where the two were.
"Qingxi, how is your house doing now? I was too busy before, and Aunt didn't get a chance to ask."
"It's going well. Business is good, and more people are coming to see me." Liu Qingxi's current properties had not decreased despite the accelerated pace of construction.
More and more people were coming because of her growing reputation.
Afterward, she carefully recounted her journey to the Wen Family, from their initial skepticism to their current trust. Every step had been challenging, but she had taken each one steadily.
The Wen Family looked at her with eyes full of affection; this girl was indeed someone who had endured hardships at such a young age.
"That's good to hear. If you need any help, feel free to come find me anytime." The Wen Family had felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with her since their first meeting.
It seemed fate had brought them together here.
At some point, a young man in green stood behind the two women. By the time Liu Qingxi realized it, the Wen Family had already quietly left.
Under the red begonia flowers, the girl’s face was as delicate as peach blossoms, her rosy lips resembling those painted with rouge, and her big watery eyes looked like those of a deer.
Yang Yichen could hardly suppress his racing heart but forced himself to appear calm.
Liu Qingxi, who initially felt no embarrassment, suddenly thought about countless common scenarios like this— in a backyard, a scholar and a girl.
What a perfect scene for a secret meeting; although she was not the Eldest Sister, the situation felt similar.
Especially with the crowd outside, there was a sense of forbidden excitement.
Liu Qingxi's face grew redder and redder until she could no longer bear it and turned away from Yang Yichen's intense gaze.
More and more people gathered outside, and there weren't enough tables and chairs or bowls and chopsticks. It didn't matter; they could just take some from home.
This wasn't a big deal; in a typical village household, bowls and chopsticks were not in excess, and in situations like this, taking from one's own home was nothing to be ashamed of. People were used to it.
The lively scene was even more bustling than during the New Year; it had been decades since Ten Li Pu had seen such a grand occasion.
Village Chief Zhang Wuliang waved his arms continuously, directing everyone to maintain order at the scene.
Children scurried around like monkeys under the tables, sometimes running behind their elders and other times chasing and playing with their friends.
There were also those who couldn't resist the delicious smells, standing by the stove with their mouths watering, eagerly watching.
In the distance, a scruffy-looking woman slowly approached. Once she arrived, she sat down without any hesitation. With her hands filled with dirt and grime, she quickly reached out and took away more than half of a plate of sunflower seeds.
"You," others gasped in disbelief at how shameless this woman was.
Yet she seemed completely unaware of any hostility, happily munching away.
"What about me? What's wrong? Isn't Lord Juren inviting everyone? Why can't I come too?"
The woman rolled her triangular eyes in defiance, snorting arrogantly as she rebutted, not believing for a second that her actions were wrong.
This woman was none other than Wang Shi, who had not caused a stir for quite some time.
Since her daughter had lost control of the household authority, she had been oppressed by the Jiang Clan from winter until now. Coupled with her husband Liu Eldest growing increasingly indifferent towards her, she gradually began to give up on herself.
She no longer cared about dressing up, her eye-rolling had increased, her temper had worsened, and she had become more disheveled.
The woman sitting next to her glanced back, preparing to shift her position away from the repulsive Wang, but there was no available space.
Everyone in the village had come; the deafening noise made it necessary to shout just to hear others speak.
Anan, as the personal attendant and part-time current steward, was responsible for coordinating kitchen expenses and receiving guests.
There was no way around it; most people in the village were not there just for a free meal. Those with means brought some good items like meat or fabric, while those with less would bring a basket of eggs they had saved at home.
These items were already the best gifts they could offer.
Anan did not let the value of others' gifts determine his attitude; he treated everyone equally.
"Thank you all, thank you all. My young master has sent me to welcome the great kid; please come this way." Just as he finished attending to one guest, another arrived, leaving Anan busy and on his feet.
Finally, when most of the guests had arrived, it was already over an hour later.
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