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

The atmosphere at the dinner table was almost excessively lively.

Liu Xiaoli was still savoring the performance she had just witnessed, the blush on her face still lingering.

"You didn't see it, but when we were leaving, our department head, Director Chen, who's usually so arrogant, came over to shake my hand and was all smiles."

While eating noodles, Liu Xiaoli gestured animatedly, "He even asked who wrote the song, saying he wanted to buy the copyright!"

Liu Qianqian slurped her noodles and mumbled, "And that Wang Man, her face turned green when she got off the stage. Let's see how arrogant she can be now."

The mother and daughter chatted excitedly, unable to contain their enthusiasm.

Yu Le didn't respond, focusing instead on the noodles in her bowl. Occasionally, she would glance up at the overly excited mother and daughter, looking at them like two naive children.

As Liu Qianqian spoke, her voice gradually faded.

She glanced at Yu Le furtively and bit the tip of her chopsticks.

The thumbs-up and the words "You didn't embarrass me" that she had heard backstage kept replaying in her mind.

Although this Uncle Yu has a sharp tongue, an arrogant attitude, and is always lazy and unserious.

But it's still pretty reliable.

Liu Qianqian looked at the few thick slices of ham in her bowl, then glanced at Yu Le's bowl.

He seemed to have given most of the sausages to the mother and daughter, leaving very little for himself.

She hesitated for a moment, then poked around in the bowl with her chopsticks.

Then, he picked up the largest slice of ham and stiffly placed it into Yu Le's bowl.

The air fell silent for two seconds.

Liu Xiaoli froze, her chopsticks hanging in mid-air.

Yu Le paused for a moment as he picked up the noodles, then looked up at her.

When Liu Qianqian was stared at by those calm, expressionless eyes, her face instantly burned, and her neck turned bright red.

"I...I'm on a diet!"

She stiffened her neck, but her voice was a little weak, "Eating too much meat at night is hard to digest, so you're getting off easy."

A lame excuse.

They were eating so happily just now.

Liu Xiaoli couldn't help but burst out laughing. Just as she was about to make a joke, she saw Yu Le very naturally pick up the slice of sausage and stuff it into his mouth.

"Um."

He chewed twice, swallowed, and then slowly uttered, "Next time you're on a diet, tell me earlier, don't wait until I've finished frying it before you start talking."

His tone was still so irritating.

But Liu Qianqian wasn't angry. Instead, she breathed a sigh of relief, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up again.

She quickly buried her head in the bowl and ate the noodles in big mouthfuls to hide her little secret.

This bowl of noodles smells delicious.

……

The next morning, at the entrance of Beijing Film Academy.

As soon as Liu Qianqian got off the bus, she sensed that something was off about the atmosphere.

Although she usually attracts attention because of her outstanding appearance, it is mostly with inquisitive or simply admiring gazes.

But today, those gazes have become scorching, intense, and even somewhat fanatical.

"Look! It's Liu Qianqian!"

"It really is her! The 'pure goddess' from last night!"

"She's even prettier in person than in photos! Her skin is so fair, wow!"

Several passing boys stopped pretending to be aloof and deliberately rang their bicycle bells loudly. When they rode up to her, they would brake suddenly and strike what they thought was a cool pose.

Several girls even came over with their notebooks, wanting autographs.

Liu Qianqian held the books, feeling somewhat at a loss.

The feeling of becoming an overnight sensation felt so unreal that it made her both nervous and somewhat giddy.

Just as I reached the entrance of the performing arts building, a figure blocked my way.

"Oh, Sisi's here!"

Chen Guofu, the head of the Performing Arts Department, a middle-aged man who usually has a stern face and is picky about students, is now standing on the steps with a big smile on his face.

His face was so wrinkled from smiling that his eyes almost disappeared.

"Hello, Director Chen," Liu Qianqian greeted him politely.

"Great! Great!" Chen Guofu stepped forward enthusiastically, even reaching out to help her with her book. "Last night's performance was fantastic! It really made our performing arts department proud!"

This change of expression is faster than turning the pages of a book.

When her show was canceled, Director Chen didn't even give her a second glance.

"You flatter me, Director." Liu Qianqian rolled her eyes inwardly, but maintained a well-behaved demeanor on the surface.

"Um... Sisi," Chen Guofu rubbed his hands together, finally getting to the point, "who wrote the lyrics and music for 'Invisible Wings'?"

"I noticed there's no credit either. Such a great song, if we could get some work done, whether it's for a competition or an album release, that would be fantastic!"

His shrewd eyes darted around, clearly eyeing the song.

Liu Qianqian's heart tightened.

Yu Le didn't ask last night whether or not this matter could be discussed.

She recalled Yu Le's lazy demeanor, guessing that he probably didn't like being disturbed.

"He's a... relative," Liu Qianqian said vaguely. "He doesn't want to be famous, so he just writes whatever comes to mind."

"Just writing something casually?"

Chen Guofu's lips twitched slightly.

How could someone just casually write such a divine song?

Who is this relative?

He wanted to ask more questions, but the school bell rang.

"Director, I'm going to class now." Liu Qianqian felt like she had been granted a pardon and ran into the classroom with her books in her arms.

Watching her retreating figure, Chen Guofu stroked his chin, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

relative?

It seems we need to thoroughly investigate Liu Qianqian's background.

……

At the same time, at a farmers' market a few kilometers away.

The morning market was busiest at that time, with shouts and bargaining filling the air, and the ground littered with rotten vegetable leaves and dirty water.

Yu Le was wearing a gray T-shirt, a pair of shorts, and flip-flops. He blended in perfectly with the group of elderly people buying groceries.

He was squatting in front of a fish stall, engaging in a silent battle of wits with the fishmonger.

"Fifteen yuan a pound? Ma'am, did you raise these fish on golden broth?"

Yu Le pointed to the grass carp floating belly up in the tank, "Look at its eyes, they're all swollen up. It's been dead for at least two hours. Ten yuan, that's the most I can give."

The fishmonger, swatting flies with her net, said impatiently, "Go away! Don't you know the market price? This fish just turned over, it's fresh! Go buy some catfish for ten yuan!"

"Ten yuan and fifty cents." Yu Le calmly raised the price, "And give me two more scallions and a piece of ginger."

"Not for sale! Not for sale!"

"Ten yuan and eighty cents, that's all. If you ask for more, I'll go buy some from Old Wang next door; his sea bass is only twelve yuan." Yu Le made a move to get up.

The auntie immediately got anxious when she heard "Old Wang next door".

Rivals are enemies; how could I let the business go to the neighbor across the street?

"Fine, fine! Ten yuan and eighty cents it is! I'm really scared of you!"

The auntie deftly scooped up the fish, weighed them, and cleaned them, all the while muttering, "The young man looks quite dashing, but how come he's so stingy? How will he ever find a wife?"

Yu Le took the black plastic bag containing the fish, casually grabbed two scallions from the corner of the stall and stuffed them in, chuckling to himself.

"We already have a wife, so this is just to save money to raise a daughter."