Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

If too much water is boiled, the hot water should be poured out to free up the thermos for fresh boiling water.

That statement makes absolutely no sense.

However, Lin Ting chose not to expose her and happily accepted the kettle: "Thank you, Grandma. It just so happens that we don't have a thermos here!"

"Hmph, what's so special about this place?" Grandma Li replied irritably, then turned and left.

As she passed Jiang Zong, she couldn't help but say, "What are you doing standing here in broad daylight? Don't keep me from getting to work!"

This means that Jiang Zong is temporarily allowed to enter.

Lin Ting didn't invite him in directly, since Feng Yue was currently living there.

Feng Yue glanced at Lin Ting and asked in a low voice, "Boss, are you really not letting Jiang in?"

Lin Ting said matter-of-factly, "This is your dormitory and your room. If you want him to come in, then please come in. If you don't want him to come in, then don't."

Feng Yue's pupils dilated violently. She stared at Lin Ting, remaining silent for a long time before whispering, "But this is a rented apartment..."

Let alone the house the boss rented, even in her own home, anyone could come and go as they pleased in her and her older sister's rooms.

No one ever told her that this was her room and that she could refuse entry to others.

Lin Ting smiled and said, "I rented the house, but now it's your dormitory. As long as you work here for a day, this is your dormitory, your room, and you have the right to do whatever you want with it."

Feng Yue blinked and looked at Lin Ting for a while before hesitantly asking, "Then... should I go and invite Jiang to come in and sit down?"

"up to you."

Feng Yue walked out of the room somewhat dazed and said to Jiang Zong, "Jiang, it's cold outside, why don't you... come in and sit for a while?"

Jiang Zong: "..."

I don't really want to go in.

But his good friend was inside.

It seems there's nothing seriously wrong with going inside.

He remained silent for a full minute, as if pondering the last major question on a math exam, before finally saying "thank you" to Feng Yue and following her inside.

The room they rented consisted of three rooms side by side: one bedroom on each side and a flower hall in the middle.

This house is almost a complete replica of a traditional courtyard house, which is quite rare in Shenyang.

Much later, after Lin Ting had become familiar with Grandma Li, she learned from the old woman that her son had once taken her to Beijing and where they had stayed in a courtyard house. At the time, she thought that such a house was really nice; if such a large courtyard were used for farming, there would be no need to go out to buy vegetables.

She said it casually, but her son took it to heart. When conditions allowed, he built a courtyard house and even set aside a plot of land in the yard for her to farm.

Now, Lin Ting doesn't know why, and she doesn't think about asking, so as not to touch on the old man's painful memories.

They sat down at the table. Lin Ting opened the box containing beads and seashells, then took out a notebook and pencil from her bag. While drawing, she asked, "Sister Yue, do you know how to make knots?"

"Yes, I can." Feng Yue nodded and turned to show Lin Ting the glass cord she used to braid her hair. "Look, I braided this hair tie myself."

She and her older sister had never used rubber bands to tie their hair since they were little. Those things were quite expensive, and their mother wouldn't buy them any, saying that cutting their hair was the easiest way to save time.

She didn't want to cut her hair, so her older sister took her to collect cardboard boxes, sold them for a dime, and bought her ten pieces of glass rope to tie her hair.

Ten long glass ropes can last a long time.

In the beginning, she was young and had little hair, so a glass cord was enough to tie her hair neatly.

But gradually, she grew up and her hair grew thicker, and a single glass rope could no longer bear such a heavy weight.

The older sister then braided the glass rope together with her, so that it would be secure.

Lin Ting glanced at her hair tie and, seeing that it was evenly and beautifully braided, felt relieved.

"Then this job shouldn't be too difficult for you."

Upon hearing this, Lin pushed the simple sketch she had drawn to him: "Look, just string the beads and shells together like this... make it according to the size of our door, with both ends reaching the ground and the middle shorter, trying not to hit your head."

Feng Yue looked at Lin Ting's simple drawing, thought for a moment, and then nodded: "It's just about making a semi-circular curtain, right?"

"Correct!"

"Okay, I'll try."

Feng Yue was a man of action, and immediately took out the fishing line and got to work.

Her hands were calloused, but she was exceptionally skillful, a thread twirling and dancing between her fingers, dazzling Lin Ting.

It took her a full five minutes to perfectly wrap a single bead with fishing line.

She asked Lin Ting somewhat nervously, "Boss, do you think this is okay?"

Lin Ting was still pondering what other decorations she could make when a bead suddenly appeared in front of her, causing her to pause in surprise for a moment.

They didn't close the door, and the sunlight streamed into the room, shining on the beads.

The originally plain, round beads with no refractive surface unexpectedly began to reflect golden light after being wrapped and divided by transparent fishing line, making them much more beautiful than before.

The small net that holds the beads is also very delicate. Unless you deliberately pry the beads out, they won't fall off no matter how you shake it.

"My goodness, with such skills, why would you want to be a nanny?" Lin Ting exclaimed, pushing her sketch aside and saying to Feng Yue, "Feel free to be creative, don't let my sketch limit your thinking."

Feng Yue was somewhat at a loss: "Boss, is this... good or bad?"

"Of course!"

Lin Ting didn't hold back her praise; she held the beads, looking at them from left to right, and liked them more and more the more she looked at them.

She said, "Can I have this bead cut off? I just happen to need a keychain."

"Y-yes, that's fine..."

Feng Yue never imagined that Lin Ting would like something that her mother considered "unproductive."

She licked her lips and held out her hand to Lin Ting: "Boss, give me the key. The fishing line is too thin. I'll braid a knot for you so you don't cut your hand."

Lin Ting decisively took out the key and handed it to her, then watched intently as she braided the rope knot.

Feng Yue moved quickly, her fingers dancing across the paper.

Lin Ting looked at it and felt it was very simple.

“I think I can do it too.” Lin Tingchai reached out his hand to the innocent-looking spool of fishing line.

She cut a section herself and asked Jiang Zong to stretch it out for her.

then……

Then there is no more.

Lin Ting felt that she was unlucky, as she happened to come across a fishing line that was particularly prone to tangling.

She silently hid the lump in her palm, pretending that nothing had happened.

Just as Lin Ting finished winding the thread, Feng Yue returned her key to her.

In addition to the small bead, she also tied a pretty seashell to the end of Lin Ting's hair.

Looking at the keychain, Lin Ting was delighted, but also thought of another business opportunity.

"Sister Yue, I need to discuss something with you?"

Lin Ting's eyes sparkled.

Feng Yue unconsciously sat up straight and said in a somewhat panicked manner, "Boss, just give me the order if you have any work to do. You don't need to discuss it with me!"