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"Dad also said that an elder sister is like a mother, so you have to listen to me at home." Liu Qianqian shook the remote control in her hand. "Should we switch channels or not? If not, I'm changing the channel."

Dongdong gritted her teeth, looked at the frozen Sun Wukong, and then at Liu Qianqian, who was beaming with pride.

After weighing the pros and cons, he threw down his golden cudgel, ran to the water dispenser with his short legs, and stood on tiptoe to fill a small half cup with warm water.

"Here you go." Dongdong handed over the paper cup, her face flushed with anger.

Liu Qianqian accepted the drink with a clear conscience, took a sip, nodded in satisfaction, and then pressed the play button as if bestowing a favor.

The fighting continued on TV.

Dongdong picked up the golden cudgel again, but his fighting spirit had clearly subsided, and he seemed somewhat absent-minded.

He glanced furtively at his sister, who was lounging comfortably on the sofa. His large, dark eyes darted around, as if trying to regain some face, before he suddenly spoke up: "Sister, you're not as powerful as Sun Wukong."

Liu Qianqian was enjoying her potato chips when she heard this and raised an eyebrow: "Who said that? I played Mulan. I can ride horses, shoot arrows, and even fight."

"Mulan can't beat Sun Wukong." Dongdong said confidently. "Sun Wukong can perform seventy-two transformations, while you can't even pour water by yourself."

"Pfft—cough cough cough!" Liu Qianqian almost choked on her water and passed out.

"Yu Muchen, are you itching for a beating?" Liu Qianqian put down her water glass, stood up, and stretched her wrists.

Dongdong sensed danger, grabbed the golden cudgel, and ran upstairs.

"Stop!" Liu Qianqian took a long stride and crossed over in two or three steps. She accurately grabbed Dongdong by the back of his pajamas and lifted him back like a little chick.

"Let me go! I'm going to tell Dad you're bullying a child!" Dongdong flailed its limbs in the air, trying to break free from the "clutches".

"Go ahead and sue me." Liu Qianqian pressed him down onto the soft sofa, using both hands to precisely tickle his waist. "Let's see if you can beat Sun Wukong! Today I'll show you what Mulan is all about!"

"Hahaha... Help... Sister, I was wrong... Hahaha..."

Suddenly, the living room was filled with loud, pig-like laughter and pleas for mercy.

Liu Qianqian had made enough of a fuss and finally let go, satisfied.

Dongdong was panting heavily, her little face flushed as she slumped on the sofa, looking utterly exhausted.

"Do you still dare to talk back?" Liu Qianqian looked down at him.

"I won't do it again." Dongdong admitted defeat very quickly. His eyes darted around, and an idea came to him. He said in a pitiful tone, "Sister, I'm thirsty. I want to eat ice cream."

"No, Mom said you've already eaten it once this week."

"Just one bite." Dongdong held up a chubby finger, finding a perfect excuse, "Ice cream will spoil if left out too long!"

Liu Qianqian was amused by his words, gave a cold laugh, and turned to walk towards the refrigerator.

Dongdong's eyes lit up instantly, like two stars in the night. He jumped up from the sofa and looked on expectantly.

Liu Qianqian opened the freezer and took out the box of Häagen-Dazs. Dongdong was about to cheer and reach out to take it.

Liu Qianqian, however, slowly and deliberately tore open the packaging in front of him, picked up a small spoon, scooped out a large spoonful, and elegantly put it into her mouth, even squinting her eyes in satisfaction.

Then, under Dongdong's petrified gaze, she put the remaining half box back in the refrigerator and cleanly closed the door.

"I've tried it, it's not bad. You can eat it when your share arrives next week." Liu Qianqian licked her lips, turned around and walked back to the sofa.

Dongdong stared blankly at the refrigerator door, her eyes instantly turning red.

...........

At noon, the gate was pushed open.

Yu Le walked in carrying two full shopping bags. Liu Xiaoli followed behind.

Dongdong immediately rushed over with her short legs, grabbed Yu Le's leg, and started her tattling.

"Dad! My sister is bullying the kid!"

Yu Le placed the shopping bag on the shoe-changing stool and looked down at her son, whose eyes were brimming with tears.

"How did I bully you?"

"She stole my ice cream! She ate it herself and wouldn't give me any!" Dongdong complained.

Liu Qianqian sat on the sofa with her legs crossed.

"Mom said you've used up your ration for this week. I'm helping you resist temptation."

Liu Xiaoli changed into slippers, walked over and poked Liu Qianqian's forehead.

"You little brat, how old are you, still fighting with your younger brother for food."

Yu Le picked up the shopping bag and headed towards the kitchen.

"Alright, stop fooling around. I'm making a big meal for lunch today. Braised pork ribs, steamed grouper, and braised prawns."

Dongdong immediately stopped crying and happily followed him into the kitchen.

"Dad, I want to eat shrimp!"

Yu Le took out the ingredients.

Soon, the sound of chopping vegetables could be heard from the kitchen.

Yu Le quickly tied on her apron.

Heat oil in a wok.

Sauté scallions, ginger, and garlic until fragrant.

Stir-fry the ribs in a pan, add dark soy sauce for color, and rock sugar for flavor.

The rich aroma of meat instantly filled the entire first floor.

Liu Qianqian threw down the remote control and peered into the kitchen.

One hour later.

Four dishes and a soup were served.

The family of four sat around the dining table.

Yu Le picked up a piece of tender meat from the belly of the fish for Liu Xiaoli.

"Eat more, it must be hard taking care of Dongdong."

Liu Xiaoli, with a smile in her eyes, picked up the bowl and took it.

Liu Qianqian reacted quickly, her chopsticks heading straight for the plate of braised prawns.

Dongdong was short and couldn't reach it, so he stomped his feet in frustration.

"Sister, save one for me!"

"Help yourself." Liu Qianqian peeled a shrimp and stuffed it into her mouth, her cheeks bulging.

Yu Le used serving chopsticks to pick up two large shrimp and put them into Dongdong's bowl.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Just then, my phone, which was on the dining table, vibrated.

The screen displayed the name of Lao Wang, the production director.

Yu Le put down his chopsticks and pressed the answer button.

"President Yu!" Old Wang said excitedly on the other end of the line, speaking very quickly.

"Post-production on 'My People, My Country' is complete! The finished film has been submitted for review, and the film's production license has been obtained!"

Yu Le took a napkin and wiped her mouth.

"Have you seen the sample footage?"

"I've seen it! Seven stories, seven styles, but the core is extremely consistent. When I saw the last segment, I, a grown man nearing fifty, cried my eyes out in the screening room."

Yu Le leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

"Okay. Notify the publicity department to prepare the materials."

"When is the release date set?" Old Wang asked.

"September 28th," Yu Le said with certainty.

"Is it going to be released earlier than the National Day holiday?"

"Yes. We have to fire the first shot."

"Understood! I'll take care of it right away!"