At night, Grandpa Chen's house.
In the backyard, Shen Fang neatly stacked the freshly organized lumber at his feet.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand and glanced at Li Juezhou, who was carefully carving a wooden ring with a chisel.
Li Juezhou had been working on this thing the whole day. Now it was dark, and he was still at it.
Shen Fang felt a wave of frustration rise within him. He rolled his eyes and said, "Bro, woodworking — this is what you call relaxing?"
He had finally managed to take this year-end vacation, and yet Li Juezhou dragged him out here claiming they'd "relax." Who would have thought their version of relaxation involved —
hiding behind the lens and spending days doing woodworking at someone else's house?
Li Juezhou continued to focus on his chisel work, not even giving a glance upward, and lazily remarked, "You wouldn't understand. I'm fishing with a long line."
