When it comes to looking at embarrassing moments from the past, reviewing your own is a social death, but looking at others' is caring about the exciting moments of their youth.

Looking at your younger sister's embarrassing moments can illuminate that care with a touch of familial love.

Qin Huai sat down and began to eagerly focus on his younger sister.

Compared to his own childhood homework, handwriting books, and composition books, Qin Luo's childhood drawing books were obviously more interesting.

Luoluo has always been opinionated since she was a child. In kindergarten, she could argue loudly with her classmates because she insisted that her brother was unique, with a system unlike others. Even after getting a good beating at home, she wouldn't change her stance. A child with such strong opinions naturally sticks to her guns in her drawings too.

All about food.

While others drew themselves going on picnics with their parents, she drew herself eating buns with hers. While others painted dogs as man's best friend, she paired herself eating buns with a dog. When others depicted rabbits eating grass, she pictured herself eating rabbit buns.

After flipping through an entire sketchbook, Qin Huai started to reflect on whether he hadn't shown enough care for his sister in their childhood, questioning why he hadn't noticed her love for buns back then. After a few minutes, he realized that it might simply be a limitation of her drawing skills — she could only draw buns.

Perhaps Qin Luo wanted to draw red-braised lion's head, sweet and sour carp, Dongpo pork, Dongpo elbow, braised shark fin, and prawns in two flavors, but kids just can't. Besides, even up to now, she hasn't tasted braised shark fin or prawns in two flavors.

Thinking about it, it's quite pitiful.

"Dad, do we still have any of Luoluo's drawing books? If not a drawing book, then a handwriting book, and if not that, a math workbook will do." Qin Huai couldn't stop.

"Yes, I'll find it for you." Qin Congwen enthusiastically continued rummaging through boxes and cabinets, handing Qin Huai's middle school composition book to Factory Director Xu, "Factory Director Xu, this is Huaihuai's composition book."

Factory Director Xu accepted it with a smile. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Qin Huai: ...No need for that...

"Factory Director Xu, my compositions are nothing worth reading. I was never good at writing essays, just filling space with nonsense. Let's look at Luoluo's work; her essays have always been interesting, and her nonsense is even more nonsensical than mine. She didn't even pass the language section of her high school entrance exam."

Factory Director Xu, wearing reading glasses, smilingly browsed through Qin Huai's composition book without responding to Qin Huai, instead nostalgically saying, "I used to love reading my son's compositions."

"Oh? Was your son's writing really good?" Qin Huai wasn't sure which son Factory Director Xu was referring to.

Based on what Qin Huai had heard, Xu Nuo performed well in his studies, but Xu Nuo's elder brother was even better.

"I didn't go to school much and can't write stories. Even writing reports for work used to give me a headache, and I had no talent for literary appreciation. Back then, I just felt it was good that my two sons could write so much in their essays." Factory Director Xu said, "I didn't understand deep things, so I could only read compositions."

"I've always loved reading compositions."

Since Factory Director Xu had said so much, Qin Huai couldn't very well say that he found compositions uninteresting and ask him to stop reading. Instead, he shot Qin Congwen a look urging him to hurry up and find something; Qin Congwen retrieved Qin Luo's workbook quickly, without even wiping off the dust, and handed it to Factory Director Xu.

Factory Director Xu cooperatively set down Qin Huai's composition book and began reading Qin Luo's essays.

Qin Huai continued looking at Qin Luo's drawing book.

Later, even Qin Congwen, who was supposed to be organizing things, sat on a small bench to watch. The three of them sat in a row with Qin Huai in the middle, each absorbed in their task, snapping photos of the highlights with his phone.

Qin Huai didn't know how long he had been watching, but he noticed Qin Luo's improvement in drawing skills. In this sketchbook, there were beginning to appear siu mai, flower rolls, and savory pancakes.

"Bro, your hand-beaten lemon tea is ready. Have you found Factory Director Xu? Will he drink… Ah!!! Bro, what's that in your hand?!!!" Qin Luo's ear-piercing scream shattered their concentrated viewing.

"Your drawing book," Qin Huai replied calmly, "From kindergarten up to second grade. Dad dug them all out just now."

Qin Luo:!!!∑(°Д°ノ)ノ

"Dad!!!"

"I hate you!!!"

Five minutes later, Qin Congwen was chopping meat vigorously in the kitchen with a placating smile on his face: "Luoluo, don't be mad, Dad, will make your favorite meat buns tonight, alright?"

"Dad, your buns aren't good."

"Then I'll make you hand-beaten lemon tea."

"Dad, your hand-beaten lemon tea isn't as good as mine."

"Then how about I make you a fruit platter?"

"Dad, your fruit platter isn't as good as mine."

Qin Congwen dropped his smile: "Luoluo, if you keep pushing it, you'll have to go to your room and do worksheets."

A smile matching the one that had just been on Qin Congwen's face appeared on Qin Luo's face: "Dad, I was just kidding earlier. Your hand-beaten lemon tea is better than mine, and your fruit platter is prettier than mine. I'll drink it all up, and I want a large serving of the fruit platter."

Witnessing all this, Qin Huai, who was silently kneading dough: ...

Qin Huai smiled sheepishly at Factory Director Xu, explaining, "My sister is like this."

"My dad is like this too."

Factory Director Xu nodded with a smile, lowered his head, and played with his phone.

Since it was close to Chinese New Year, Qin Huai couldn't make snacks with the intensity they would for the New Year. Today, Qin Huai planned to casually make enough for the family and give some to the neighbors and the party secretary's house while paying the rent.

As for snack variety… Qin Huai decided to make buns.

The reason Brother Bao Bao is called Brother Bao Bao is that he may not be the best at making buns, but he is most accustomed to making them.

As for the type of buns…

Qin Huai planned to make something he rarely made but could eat as a buff.

Pork Crab Bun.

Shi Dadan and Zhao Cheng'an hadn't arrived yet. Zhao Cheng'an's flight to the city was tomorrow noon, taking a high-speed train to Qiu County, then a minibus to the village, and hopefully catching dinner tomorrow night.

Shi Dadan initially planned to bring his family to the countryside today, dragging the family to Qin Huai's house in the evening to mooch a meal. But plans couldn't keep up with changes — during the last fishing trip, he caught so much good stuff that restaurants in the city competed for it, got some good things in exchange, and briefly played the lead in a coastal documentary, delaying him.

On top of that, his child's grades were not ideal, and he didn't want to do homework during the holiday, infuriating Shi Dadan's wife, who cursed the fish in the fish pond at the farm, cursed at home, and finally cursed her husband.

Because of this series of minor interruptions, Shi Dadan couldn't return home as planned; he'd have to go to the countryside tomorrow to deliver fish to Qin Huai and mooch a meal.

Without Shi Dadan as the main dining force, Qin Huai could make snacks more lightly, casually making them how he wanted, ensuring no one would go hungry.

Chen Huihong and the others had all gone strolling around the village, Zhou Hu was still helping Old Master Qin with feng shui, and Factory Director Xu didn't feel like playing chess today, so he simply moved a small bench to the kitchen to watch Qin Huai make snacks.

"Xiao Qin, is that... Crab Yellow Sauce?" Factory Director Xu recognized the crab yellow sauce the moment Qin Huai opened the jar containing it.

"Yes, I made this fresh crab yellow sauce when crabs were in season a few months ago. I originally planned to keep it for Double Crab Buns but sent a few jars home for my grandfather to mix with rice; my grandmother just told me that my grandfather found this sauce bland when mixed with rice, not salty enough. We also don't have the ingredients to make Double Crab Buns at home now, so I plan to make Crab Pork Buns."

"Have you ever tried Crab Pork Buns? It's just the crab yellow sauce mixed with pork..."

"I have." Factory Director Xu nodded, interrupting Qin Huai, "Xu Nuo used to make them often."

"We produce crabs in our area. Every year during crab season, he often made crab yellow-filled snacks."

Qin Huai then realized that Shi Dadan was merely Xu Nuo's close friend, while Factory Director Xu was Xu Nuo's actual father, who had certainly eaten more of Xu Nuo's snacks.

"This is Xu Nuo's same recipe."

Considering his father was still beside him chopping the meat filling, Qin Huai couldn't be too blatant, otherwise, Qin Congwen would suspect his condition was worsening and persuade him to seek treatment sooner.

Qin Huai believed Factory Director Xu would understand.

He's one of the only two humans who know the truth about the spirits and the game system, the other being Xia Mubing.

Factory Director Xu indeed understood, nodding with a smile: "Then I'll have to eat an extra one tonight."