"15 yuan for fortune-telling... is it now?" Qin Huai instinctively glanced at the time displayed on his phone and found it was 9:37 PM.

This time wasn't too late, not like the horror-movie feel of midnight. But the orphanage rooms were relatively simple, and due to their long-term vacancy, their direction wasn't great, with a faint musty smell that matched the ambiance of a poor movie set trying to shoot a horror film.

Along with the advantageous geographical location of the deserted suburbs and the orphanage's unique attributes...

If this were a horror film plot, Qin Huai and Zhou Hu would definitely be the duo of side characters who were the first to die.

Zhou Hu was a little excited, even his eyes were shining brightly: "Master Qin, are you willing to do it now?"

Qin Huai: ...

In a horror movie plot, Zhou Hu would certainly die before him.

"Isn't now kind of bad? It's a bit too dark, and at this time the orphanage usually doesn't turn on the lights. Although there's no strict rule about it, everyone has agreed not to turn them on." Qin Huai gently informed Zhou Hu that it wasn't a good choice, then forcefully changed the topic, "Planner Zhou, your fortune-telling for me isn't accurate. Could it be because I'm an orphan and don't know my exact birth date? In my situation, the results are just inaccurate."

Hearing this, Zhou Hu got energized, if the conditions were possible, he might even want to sit up cross-legged, lean towards Qin Huai, face him closely, and passionately tell him about the vastness of this field.

In the darkness, Zhou Hu lowered his voice and explained to Qin Huai that in their field, even with limited conditions, there are various ways to calculate, like face reading, palm reading, tossing coins in Zhou Yi, throwing turtle shells, reporting numbers, drawing lots based on feelings... His family skills are never specialized in just one, and years ago when the industry was tough, one had to learn various types. He, as a better-than-blue representative, is skilled in each type, it's just he isn't interested, otherwise, he'd be in the field.

Zhou Hu talked endlessly, Qin Huai didn't even have a chance to interrupt.

Eventually, Qin Huai even fell asleep listening.

There was no choice, it helped him sleep, he couldn't understand it at all. Listening to it was like attending a college lecture on advanced mathematics, when a person listens to something entirely incomprehensible, they'll automatically convert the sounds into white noise.

Besides realizing that Zhou Hu was truly skilled in this area, even if he wasn't passionate, Qin Huai didn't understand anything else.

When Qin Huai woke up the next morning, Zhou Hu was still sleeping. Qin Huai got up early to work in the kitchen and prepare breakfast, discovering that Uncle Qin was already awake and had even washed the vegetables.

Director Qin also rose early, energetically coming to the kitchen to help Qin Huai with the chores (washing vegetables), while asking about Qin Huai's plans for returning home this year.

Qin Huai truthfully said that he planned to return to the village and make a big effort, giving the villagers a little shock with his pastry skills.

As for making snacks until he drops dead during the holiday period...

That's not important, the key is to go back and make a big effort.

Director Qin shook her head as she listened, clearly not understanding Qin Huai's behavior and hobby of working himself to death making snacks all year round, and then doubling the effort making snacks at home during New Year.

A normal person works hard and struggles outside all year just to return home and relax a few days during New Year.

Qin Huai works hard all year long just to go home and be even busier, work twice as hard, and he's not even doing it for money, on the contrary, he's losing money.

Director Qin didn't understand but she respected it, after all, she's the orphanage director. Over the years, the graduates from the orphanage have been odd in their own ways, as long as they don't end up in jail, Director Qin accepts it.

Qin Huai spent two days busy in the orphanage, making enough buns for the children during the entire New Year period, amidst the kids' voices of "Brother Bao Bao Happy New Year," "Brother Bao Bao when will you visit us next time," "Brother Bao Bao are you coming during New Year?" he got into his own worn-out van heading to the countryside.

Seamless transition to the countryside.

As the van was packed with New Year goods, and since Chen Huihong and the others didn't want to experience Qin Huai's rundown van, Qin Congwen directly contacted villagers to see who was available, arranging several cars to take Chen Huihong and the others from Qiu County to Qin Family Village.

Upon entering the village, Qin Huai could feel the different atmosphere this year.

Not only were the neighbors gathered in Qin Old Master's yard, but they seemed to be somewhat arguing with each other. If it weren't for the Old Secretary intervening, it looked like they were about to fight, even the always fair and just Old Secretary seemed to have joined the fray.

"What do you mean by this, surname Qin? You said your house would host two, mine would host two, now you're saying your house has extra rooms for three, what's this about? Your house has extra rooms, mine doesn't?"

"My surname is Qin, isn't yours? Who in our village doesn't have the surname Qin? In terms of seniority, I'm your third uncle, show some respect, I'm being honest. My house was newly built in these past few years, while your house was built how many years ago, huh? Huaihuai's friends came from afar to experience our village's New Year culture, and you want them to stay in your rundown house, aren't you ashamed?"

"What's it called to stay in my rundown house? Does having a newly built house matter? Your house cuts corners, my house has a solid foundation!"

"I scoff, your house is the one cutting corners, your entire family's houses cut corners!"

"Alright, alright, stop arguing, there was no reason to argue over the agreed matters." The Old Secretary tried to mediate.