Thank goodness for Jin Guangyao's uncanny ability to both pay attention and not pay attention to what he's saying at the same time. Huaisang hmms over the pastries, ultimately picking up the recommended pain-au-chocolat and a croissant, the latter just because it looks the plainest, and he's going to pick it apart to feed to caomeimei, who flutters down to sit on his knee for just this purpose. She gets treats whenever, unlike that poor, poor xiao meimei, who does not get a single rabbit. Sad for her.

So, appropriately fed and indulged, Huaisang's complaining tapers to a mostly-quiet observation of what Guangyao is doing with the wood block. He knows, objectively, that he did something wrong to this block that can't be blamed entirely on the quality of materials; good on Guangyao to figure it out for him, as always.

The question, then, of course: Does helping Huaisang count as housework? Is he not, in fact, helping Jin Guangyao to feel better? QED.

He wiggles his bitten pastry in the affirmative, an affront to proper cultivator manners (and definitely on purpose). "San-ge can do whatever he sees fit! This one will watch and learn, so that san-ge won't have to step in the next time." Really. For sure. Absolutely, this is the truth.