Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

"Huh? Really? Didn't I see him getting food for Huang Shengyi in the cafeteria just a couple of days ago? He was so attentive, he practically chewed the food up and fed it to him."

"Tch, men."

The senior on the left spat out the sunflower seed shells into her hand, her tone full of worldly wisdom and detachment.

"That's when you haven't won her over yet. Once you've won her over, or you have a new target, your attitude changes faster than turning the pages of a book."

"I heard that Jia Nailiang has been getting quite close to that guy... that guy who acted in 'The Legend of Tang Dynasty' lately."

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a mess. It seems there's no cat in this world that doesn't steal fish."

"That's right. Men are just like the braised pork in the cafeteria: they look delicious, but they get greasy if you eat too much, and they go bad if you leave them out for too long."

Liu Qianqian's drooping eyelids suddenly snapped open as if they had been held up by matchsticks.

Braised pork belly?

Who's talking about braised pork?

Oh, she's insulting men.

She rested her chin on her textbook, listening to the live broadcast from the front row while searching for relevant cases in the folder in her mind called "Men".

Her biological father, who gave birth to her but then left.

That talented man who ultimately parted ways with his mother.

The images in my memory are somewhat blurry, but the sense of loss from being abandoned is like a small thorn stuck in my heart, popping up from time to time to remind me of its presence.

The gossip in the front row continues.

"So, when looking for a man, you can't just look at how good he is to you. You have to see if he'll still be good to you after he becomes rich and powerful. Human nature can't withstand the test."

Liu Qianqian's heart skipped a beat.

rich.

Yu Le is rich now.

That salty uncle who always wore baggy shorts and flip-flops and spent all his time cooking and lounging around is now a rich man who can easily buy over a thousand DVDs!

Although he usually seems so lazy that he can barely turn over in bed, let alone cheat on you.

but……

What if?

Liu Qianqian's mind started working at lightning speed.

Although Yu Le and his mother got their marriage certificate, the red booklet looked more like a warranty card for a long-term meal ticket.

The two still sleep in separate rooms.

Yu Le lives in the small secondary bedroom, which is only ten square meters, while her mother lives in the master bedroom.

Aside from eating at the same table, they generally don't disturb each other.

How can they be a married couple?

These are clearly roommates!

Moreover, they are the kind of roommates who might break up at any time because they can't agree on the rent.

An unprecedented sense of crisis filled her heart.

If Yu Le runs away...

Who will make sweet and sour pork for her then? Who will make scallion oil noodles for her? Who will make braised lion's head meatballs for her?

No!

Absolutely not!

For the sake of satisfying one's appetite for the rest of one's life... no, for the sake of family integrity and happiness, action must be taken!

Liu Qianqian clenched her small fists, and a resolute look of defiance appeared on her face, which was full of collagen.

This moment.

She is not fighting alone.

She is the matchmaker, she is the go-between, she is a warrior who will defend the ownership of braised pork to the death!

"Matchmaking".

Liu Qianqian wrote those two words heavily in her notebook, and then drew three big exclamation marks after them.

Since you're not taking the initiative, don't blame me for fanning the flames.

……

As soon as the school bell rang, Liu Qianqian was the first to rush out of the classroom.

I got home and opened the door.

The familiar aroma of food wafted over.

Yu Le was wearing an apron and standing in front of the stove, tossing the food in a wok.

The flames in the pot leaped half a meter high, illuminating his handsome profile, despite his stubble.

"You're back?"

Yu Le didn't even turn his head, wielding the spatula in his hand with great skill.

"Wash your hands and serve the dishes. Today I made steamed pork with rice flour."

Normally, Liu Qianqian would have cheered and rushed into the kitchen to steal a bite.

But not today.

She stood in the entryway changing her shoes, her almond-shaped eyes scanning Yu Le up and down, left and right, like an X-ray machine.

He's 1.8 meters tall, and although he's always a bit eccentric, he has a certain air about him.

He has strong features, and although he always looks sleepy, he could definitely beat that Jia Nailiang if he dressed up a little.

Add to that his superb culinary skills, and now that he's rich...

Danger.

Too dangerous.

This is like a piece of top-quality pork belly that has just come out of the pot and is being casually placed on the roadside without being covered!

"What are you staring at?"

Yu Le turned around with the plate in her hand and almost bumped into Liu Qianqian, who was standing at the kitchen door like a doorman.

"Possessed by an evil spirit?"

He reached out, wanting to feel the girl's forehead.

Liu Qianqian suddenly took a step back, dodging his hand, and then asked in an extremely serious and solemn tone, as if discussing world peace:

"Uncle Yu, do you think my mom is pretty?"

Yu Le's hand froze in mid-air.

He blinked, looking at the girl's face that seemed to say, "If you dare say I'm not pretty, I'll bite you to death," and a question mark slowly appeared in his mind.

What's going on here?

A life-or-death question?

"She's beautiful," Yu Le said honestly. "Your mom is like a fairy descended from heaven. If I said she wasn't beautiful, wouldn't I be blind?"

Liu Xiaoli's looks in her youth were unmatched in the Chinese entertainment industry.

Even though she's almost forty now, time hasn't left many marks on her face; instead, it has given her a mature and charming look.

"Then why don't you sleep with her?"

"puff--"

Liu Xiaoli, who had just entered the living room to get a drink of water, sprayed a mouthful of warm water directly onto the brand-new Sony television.

Yu Le almost dropped the steamed pork in his hand.

The air in the living room froze instantly.

It's like the pause button has been pressed.

Liu Xiaoli, ignoring the TV, rushed over with a flushed face and covered Liu Qianqian's mouth, looking as if she wanted to stuff the unfortunate child back into her belly and start over.

"You brat! What nonsense are you spouting!"

Liu Qianqian whimpered twice, struggled to pry her mother's hands away, and looked completely self-righteous.

"I'm not making this up! All our classmates' parents sleep in the same bed! It's just that you two sleep in separate rooms! That doesn't make sense!"

"and……"

Liu Qianqian pointed at Yu Le, heartbroken.

"Uncle Yu is rich now, what if he gets seduced by some vixen?"

"Mom, you need to be aware of the crisis! You need to cook the raw rice into cooked rice... no, you need to fry the cooked rice into fried rice!"

Yu Le: "..."

Looking at the earnest and innocent face of this little girl, Yu Le was speechless.

He placed the steamed pork on the table and slowly untied his apron.

This girl's brain must have been slammed in a door.

"Sissi".

Yu Le pulled out a chair, sat down, crossed his legs, and looked at the shameless matchmaker with amusement.

"You're so concerned about us, don't you have enough homework?"

"I'm doing this for the family!" Liu Qianqian plopped down opposite him, slamming her hands on the table. "To prevent you from becoming a Chen Shimei (a notorious figure in Chinese folklore known for abandoning his wife)!"

"Alright, alright, this is getting more and more outrageous."

Liu Xiaoli blushed and tried to smooth things over, giving Yu Le a fierce glare.

Yu Le shrugged, indicating that he was powerless to do anything.

"Have a meal."

Liu Xiaoli put a piece of meat on Liu Qianqian's plate, trying to shut her up.

Liu Qianqian chewed on the meat, her cheeks bulging, but her big eyes kept darting between the two of them.

This meal was fraught with tension and unspoken tension.

Liu Qianqian kept serving food to Liu Xiaoli and soup to Yu Le, saying, "Mom, look how hard Uncle Yu works, you have to give him some nourishment."

"Uncle Yu, look how virtuous my mother is. This soup was made by her... just for you."

Yu Le almost choked to death on a mouthful of rice.

After dinner, Liu Qianqian didn't go to her room to watch DVDs as usual, but instead stayed in the living room.

"Mom, it's a bit cold tonight."

Liu Qianqian hugged a cushion, curled up on the sofa, and began to act.

"Look at these window cracks, the wind's seeping in so fast. My room's cold, yours must be cold too, right?"

Liu Xiaoli was tidying up the table when she heard this. Without even looking up, she said, "The heating is on. What's there to feel cold about?"

"My heart is cold."