Human relations do not equal unpaid labor. In the wholesale market, Xu Qinghe, mindful of neighborly ties, cooked meals for the neighborhood residents all year round, even taking on miscellaneous chores. But with a single remark about free meals, past affections instantly collapsed, and goodwill was instead treated as an obligation that could be wantlessly extracted. Squabbling, shifting blame, and riding coattails under fake names followed one after another. When her kindness is exhausted to the core, Xu Qinghe tears off the acquaintance filter and draws a clear boundary for her labor. No longer hijacked by human relations, she protects her business and reclaims her leisure time.