Deep Relationship but Shallow Love

This morning, the gatekeeper ran over to report: "To the three heads of the family, the creek at the mouth of our valley that has been drying for six hundred years has begun to accumulate water again." I only raised my eyelids slightly and said hum, as if I had known it for a long time, and the gatekeeper must have admired my magic power of calculation again. In fact, it is not the case. The water storage in the creek must have its own destiny, and it has nothing to do with me. If it insists on having some relationship with me, it is just that I urge the cook Ming Sang to carry water every day. I can shout less and save some tea. On the contrary, the cook can save six or seven hills to carry water, which is quite a bargain. As for me, please forgive me...