The dating reality show host just wanted to give up, but the rich girl fell for him.

"Mr. Lin, please wait a moment!"

The CCTV chief director, who is known for his composure, took a big step forward in a hurry.

The flat cloth shoes underfoot made a soft sound as they stepped on the thin snow.

"No script needed!"

There are no mandatory tasks!

These two words successfully made Lin Mo pause for half a second as he pushed the door open.

Seeing that things were looking promising, Li Lin took a deep breath and quickly threw out his bottom line.

"This time, we are using a brand-new 'original slow live streaming' format."

Lin Mo turned slightly to the side, his dark eyes revealing a hint of casual scrutiny.

He's seen too many variety shows follow the same old routines; they're just using different names to mess with people.

What does "natural" mean?

Li Lin immediately pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, his eyes filled with utmost sincerity.

"Simply put, your daily life will determine the style of our recording."

"You just need to go about your daily life, and we'll just record it from the sidelines."

"Absolutely no interference!"

Fearing that Lin Mo wouldn't believe him, he quickly added more details with exaggerated gestures.

"There's no need for a host to connect the segments, nor is there a need to deliberately create suspense or conflict."

"If you're bored, you can spend all day in the yard planeing wood."

"Our camera was only three meters away, quietly filming you pushing the log."

Even if you get tired halfway through and fall asleep in the wicker chair.

"The production team will absolutely not make a sound to wake you up."

Hearing these almost outrageous recording conditions...

Jiang Ruoyun, who had been standing close to Lin Mo, was stunned. Her beautiful peach blossom eyes widened slightly, her face filled with disbelief.

This isn't just recording a TV show; it's like inviting a living Buddha to live with!

When others appear on television, they want to show off all their skills to grab the spotlight.

Lin Mo, on the other hand, was not only allowed to sleep by the authorities, but they even guaranteed that they would never disturb his rest.

This blatant double standard made Jiang Ruoyun secretly feel a surge of pride in protecting her husband.

But Lin Mo's expression remained calm; he simply lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the snow on the railing.

"Since I don't have to do anything, what are you filming?"

"Filming me sleeping or spacing out? The audience's time isn't that cheap."

Li Lin shook his head.

A stubborn seriousness appeared on that weathered face.

"Mr. Lin, young people these days are too impetuous."

"They spend all day scrolling through their phones, heavily influenced by fast-food culture."

"In order to prepare for this big-budget documentary, I visited too many so-called folk masters."

"In order to cater to traffic, those people have turned things that have been accumulated over countless years into cheap substitutes on an assembly line."

"Machine carving is used to impersonate pure handmade craftsmanship, and chemical dyes are used instead of plant-based dyes."

"They spout grand pronouncements under the spotlight, but their work has long lost its spark."

Li Lin's gaze was fixed intently on Lin Mo.

"But you are completely different."

"When I saw you casually split that green bamboo in the live stream, I knew that only you could do it."

"You clearly possess absolute strength that allows you to stand out in the entire traditional crafts circle."

"Whether it's the restoration of ancient buildings or this astonishing 'Slender Gold' calligraphy style today."

"Yet you possess a certain relaxed quality that inspires envy."

Lin Mo touched the tip of his nose, feeling a little amused by the praise. He was lazy, simply because he didn't want to move; it wasn't something profound.

Li Lin's tone became increasingly agitated.

"You don't care whether others understand or not, or whether there is enthusiastic applause."

"You only care about whether the broth in the pot is cooked long enough and whether the wood chips in your hand are shaved beautifully."

"We need someone like you who possesses absolute strength yet remains calm and composed in the face of adversity—a true pillar of strength."

"To awaken everyone's memory of traditional culture."

"Just sit in front of the camera, even if you don't say anything."

"It can also instantly calm the crowd and soothe those restless hearts."

The night wind howled.

The director, who was over fifty years old, even bowed slightly, perfectly demonstrating the official's eagerness for this top-tier expert.

Even if an ordinary person wasn't thrilled, they would have immediately agreed.

But Lin Mo simply listened quietly until the end.

He reached out and pulled up the collar of Jiang Ruoyun's coat, which had been blown open by the wind, to block the chill that was seeping in.

"Director Li, you flatter me."

"The phrase 'pillar of stability' is too heavy; my shoulders ache, and I can't bear to carry it."

"There's a bunch of machines set up next to it, it's never quiet."

"This job is still too troublesome."

Seeing that Lin Mo was unmoved by either soft or hard tactics and still refused to give in,

Li Lin gritted his teeth and unleashed the ultimate weapon that the former chief had specially approved before his departure.

"Furthermore, you can choose the recording location yourself!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo's hand, which was about to push the door open, finally stopped in mid-air.

Li Lin noticed the change in the aura and immediately seized the opportunity.

"If you think Beijing is too noisy, then we won't record here!"

"You can pick any deserted place, anywhere in the world."

"We'll cover all expenses! Reimbursement will be based on actual costs, with no upper limit!"

Li Lin glanced at Jiang Ruoyun beside him and offered the most tempting prize.

"Just consider it as the production team funding it."

"How about we arrange a paid, undisturbed, top-notch company-funded vacation for you and Ms. Jiang?"

A vacation where no one can disturb you.

All expenses included.

This really hit Lin Mo's sore spot.

He glanced through the glass door at the wealthy people still wandering around the banquet hall.

As long as he stayed in the capital, he knew he would definitely lose the threshold of Changping Hutong tomorrow. Seeing that Lin Mo seemed to be wavering, Li Lin took a deep breath.

His expression became more solemn than ever before, and his voice lowered.

"Mr. Lin, there's another very important reason why we absolutely need you."

"We just hope you can showcase more of those traditional crafts."

Li Lin clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force.

"Because, as you know, currently internationally..."

"We have so many traditional customs and crafts passed down from our ancestors."

"Those shameless neighboring countries actually beat us to it and successfully applied for intangible cultural heritage status!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo's previously lazy gaze instantly changed.

Li Lin gritted his teeth, his eyes slightly red.

"They take our Chinese artifacts and flaunt them on the international stage."

"They shamelessly claim that it is their history, their cultural treasure."

"They've stolen our traditional papermaking techniques, knot-tying methods, and even our festival customs, and labeled them as their own!"

"They even turned around and mocked us for lacking cultural heritage."

"We urgently need someone who truly understands the essence of these ancient methods to stand up and give them a resounding slap in the face."

"Let the whole world see clearly who the real ancestor is!"

The wind on the terrace was still biting.

But Lin Mo's heart stirred slightly after hearing these words.

He usually likes to sunbathe and laze around in the courtyard.

They have no interest in the adoration of the wealthy and powerful.

But that doesn’t mean he has no temper. As a native Chinese, he was furious to hear that the treasures left by his ancestors were being stolen and flaunted by others.

The blood flowing in his veins ignited uncontrollably; it was the inheritance and pride etched into his genes.

He couldn't be bothered with business calculations, but he was stealing from the very ancestors of the Chinese people.

He really couldn't pretend he hadn't seen this.

Moreover, the various social obligations in Beijing these days are really too annoying.

Those billionaire CEOs will definitely swarm around Lin's Restaurant like flies tomorrow.

It's impossible to even simmer a pot of mutton soup peacefully.

"Why not leave here and find some peace and quiet?" Lin Mo gently stroked his chin with his slender fingers.

A scene from a long time ago came to mind.

In Jiangnan, a thousand miles away from the capital.

In Qingxi Town, next to my hometown, there is an old house left by my grandfather.

That was the true heart of a water town.

Built with blue bricks and gray tiles, it stands by the water.

The cracks in the long bluestone path were covered with lush green moss.

Push open that carved wooden window, and you can see the awning boats rowing by passing under the bridge in the misty rain.

The air was filled with the unique moisture of Jiangnan and the faint fragrance of osmanthus.

There was no deafening commercial clamor there.

There are no powerful figures who might jump out and cause trouble at any time.

Only the purest and quietest human warmth.

I'll take Ruoyun there to stay for a while.

I wake up naturally every morning to the sound of pattering rain.

Carry an oil-paper umbrella and go to the old craftsman at the alley entrance to buy two steaming baskets of crab roe soup dumplings.

When I have free time, I drink green tea in the courtyard.

With the unlimited funding approved by the authorities, they leisurely renovated the old house.

While I'm at it, I'll also show the world what true ancient Chinese craftsmanship looks like.

Let's slap those cultural thieves in the face.

This deal is a sure thing, no matter how you look at it.

Lin Mo quickly made a decision in his mind, and he did not answer Li Lin immediately.

Instead, he turned his head slightly and looked at the girl beside him.

Jiang Ruoyun grew up in the high-rise buildings of Beijing.

Having grown accustomed to reinforced concrete and expensive haute couture.

This pampered heiress was holding her breath, staring intently at Lin Mo's profile.

Her reaction will determine the final outcome.

Lin Mo turned to look at Jiang Ruoyun.

The eyes of this wealthy heiress, who grew up in the high-rise buildings of Beijing, instantly lit up like stars.

He grabbed Lin Mo's sleeve and shook it.

"A water town in Jiangnan?! A free vacation?! Lin Mo, let's go! I'm so tired of Beijing!"