Soon, a funny emoji with "I know" was sent from the other side.
Yu Wanwan put down her phone, calmed her excitement, and continued editing.
By the time she finished editing and uploaded the video, it was already 12:30 AM.
This was her first transition video from outdoor restaurant visits to indoor cooking; she wondered how it would turn out.
She took a look at the background data from the past few days, yawned tiredly, kicked off her slippers, and threw herself into bed.
Because she had stayed up so late editing, Yu Wanwan slept in the next day until the sun was high. She lingered in bed for a while before getting up to wash up.
A hearty breakfast was already laid out on the table. The cicadas in the yard had started their chorus early in the morning, chattering endlessly.
Yu Wanwan felt like she was listening to a cicada version of the Great Compassion Mantra—so noisy it almost made her reveal her true form.
In the office, Zhang Jingxu stared at the screen full of English emails, but his mind had long wandered off.
He snapped back quickly, finished reviewing the emails, leaned back in his chair, loosened his slightly tight tie, and suddenly thought of Yu Wanwan's face.
He recalled last night when she paced back and forth in front of the blackboard, earnestly teaching him "guidelines for pursuing a girlfriend."
Zhang Jingxu opened a leather notebook on his desk; inside was a sketch he had drawn with a fountain pen this morning of Yu Wanwan teaching him at the blackboard last night.
He had to admit, those rimless glasses really suited her. Her concentrating look resembled a decisive leader on the battlefield, paired with a casually tied bun, a few strands of hair falling loose—free, casual, and unrestrained.
He admired his drawing of Yu Wanwan carefully, then picked up his phone, opened WeChat, and hovered his finger over the keyboard, but didn't type.
He really wanted to message her, but didn't know what to say, nor what she was doing at home now...
After breakfast, Yu Wanwan wandered aimlessly around the house. The house had many spaces designed for lounging around.
She went to the hot spring area, lounged comfortably on the hammock by the side, and took out her phone to check the video she had uploaded in the early hours.
This video was still performing well, and she even received many direct messages from advertisers and kitchenware businesses hoping to collaborate.
Even the comments praised her transition.
[This dish looks easy to make and delicious. I'll try it another day.]
[Ahhhh hand fetishists rejoice, I want to be that tomato. (Shy)]
[Hey... you guys really are...]
[Boss, you know what? This video could have gotten 10 million likes, but you made a fatal error: you didn't show your face. Why not? Ahhhh!! I'm going to throw a fit.]
Yu Wanwan replied directly to this comment: [Why show my face? It's better without it—edible once the head is removed. (Dog head)]
After replying, she put her phone aside, stretched comfortably, and headed to the pottery studio to make two ramen bowls to show off her skills.
In the afternoon, sunlight streamed through the window into the pottery studio. Yu Wanwan took out a piece of clay, bent over, and began slowly wedging and centering it on the wheel.
The clay emitted a moist, earthy scent. The wheel hummed, and the air bubbles were expelled. Under the pressure of her fingertips, the clay slowly rose and deformed, creating a sense of serene healing. Even the cicadas screaming outside the yard suddenly sounded melodious.
Just as she was fully focused on shaping the greenware, the phone beside her rang abruptly. Yu Wanwan saw the caller ID: "Big Sister." She had to stop the wheel, wipe her hands, and answer the call.
Yu Suisui's voice came through gently and calmly: "What are you up to?"
"Playing with mud at home." Yu Wanwan held the phone between her cheek and shoulder, steady and focused as she shaped the clay.
Yu Suisui sighed lightly, a hint of teasing in her tone: "I've noticed that since you married Zhang Jingxu, your luck has turned. Not only did you win a million in scratch cards, but your account traffic is even higher than your peak."
Yu Wanwan's mouth curled up unconsciously, her tone proud: "Of course. He's my traffic password now."
Yu Suisui got to the point of her call: "Since your traffic password is so effective, can you come with him to our family's hot spring resort this weekend to shoot a promotional video? And also check if there's anything that needs improvement at the hotel."
She continued: "And I just got some inside info: a certain CEO plans to propose to his girlfriend this Saturday evening at 7:30 PM in Fuyi, with a one-hour fireworks display. Our resort is an excellent spot to watch the fireworks. As a self-media blogger, I thought you'd be interested, right?"
Hearing this, Yu Wanwan indeed became very interested. She had noticed that compared to posting videos of them cooking together, videos of sweet everyday moments with Zhang Jingxu—even just a few seconds—got more traffic than her cooking videos.
She was just wondering how to shoot material for their next couple's video, so she quickly asked about the info's authenticity: "Is this info reliable?"
"Of course."
Hearing this, Yu Wanwan immediately got excited, but a moment later, she hesitated: "Well, it's possible, but I need to check if he's free. He's been quite busy lately."