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

In the kitchen of Shengshi Huating, a clay pot was bubbling and steaming.

The milky white broth simmered in the pot, and as the bubbles burst, a rich aroma of meat mixed with a faint scent of herbs wafted out.

Yu Le, wearing an apron and holding a soup spoon, carefully skimmed off the foam.

I've been eating boxed lunches on set for the past month, and my mouth is so bland it's practically tasteless.

I mainly feel sorry for my two daughters at home.

Liu Xiaoli is alright; after all, she's an accountant, so it mainly involves using her mouth and brain, and the physical exertion isn't too great.

Liu Qianqian really suffered.

Especially the final rain scene, where he was soaked to the bone and still had to scream and cry. Even an iron body couldn't withstand that kind of hardship.

"It smells so good..."

A soft, sweet voice came from behind.

Liu Qianqian was wearing a pink cotton pajama set, her hair casually draped over her shoulders, not completely dry, with the ends still a little damp.

She lay on the sliding door frame of the kitchen like a boneless cat, her nose twitching. Her once bright eyes were now half-closed, with a faint bluish tinge at the bottom.

Those are the marks left by lack of sleep during this period.

Yu Le glanced back and her heart softened.

"Awake? Go wash your hands, dinner's ready in a minute."

Liu Xiaoli was sitting at the dining table reading the newspaper when she heard the noise. She took off her gold-rimmed glasses and rubbed her temples.

"What delicious food did you make?"

"Stewed pigeon with gastrodia elata".

Yu Le served a bowl to each of the mother and daughter. "It's good for their brains and calms their nerves. You two have lost too many brain cells this month, so you need to replenish them. Otherwise, I'll have to take care of you if you become mentally challenged."

Liu Qianqian had just sat down when she heard this and wrinkled her nose in displeasure.

"Who's stupid? I'm smart!"

She picked up the spoon, ignoring the heat, blew on it twice, and put it in her mouth.

After a sip of hot soup, the little girl let out a comfortable sigh, and her face became a little rosy.

"Delicious!"

Liu Qianqian gave a thumbs up, "Yu Le, your cooking skills are amazing! If we ever go bankrupt, we'll set up a soup stall!"

"Are you cursing me?"

Yu Le flicked her forehead lightly, "Hurry up and eat the meat. I stewed this pigeon for three hours, and the bones are practically falling apart."

The family of three sat around the dining table. The noise and tension of the film set were gone, replaced only by the crisp sound of clinking bowls and chopsticks.

Outside the window, the night in Beijing is gentle.

Inside, the lights were warm and yellow.

This long-lost warmth and everyday life allowed Yu Le to completely relax after a month of tension.

"Oh, right."

Liu Qianqian, munching on a pigeon leg, mumbled, "How long will post-production take? When can I see the finished product?"

"What's the rush?"

Yu Le spoke slowly and deliberately, "Editing, music composition, color grading—which of these doesn't take time? Especially the theme song. But I've already given the lyrics and music to Shi Tou; I'll have him do the arrangement first."

When music is mentioned, Liu Qianqian gets excited.

She put down the bowl, wiped the grease from her lips, and her eyes shone.

"I'll sing the theme song! My singing skills are now certified by Brother Stone, absolutely no problem!"

Ever since she finished recording "The Lone Warrior," this girl's confidence has skyrocketed, and she thinks she's already half of the Chinese music scene.

Yu Le shook his head, ruthlessly pouring cold water on the situation.

"This one won't do."

"Why?!"

Liu Qianqian retorted, her cheeks puffed out like a pufferfish, "Are you looking down on me again? Do you think I can't sing that... that kind of youthful pain?"

"It's not a problem with my singing ability."

Yu Le took a folded sheet of lyrics from his pocket and handed it to her.

"Look at this word for yourself."

Liu Qianqian took the paper and glanced at it.

Those Years

"Back to where we started, your youthful face in my memory..."

The lyrics are beautifully written and evoke a sense of nostalgia.

But as she looked at it, her brows furrowed.

"Style your hair like an adult, and put on a smart suit..."

"Are you willing to solve the permutations and combinations on the blackboard...?"

"Who is sitting with whom, and he loves her..."

When she saw the sentence, "Back in the classroom, before and after I return to my seat, I deliberately invite your gentle scolding," Liu Qianqian fell completely silent.

This is definitely from a male's perspective.

Moreover, it's from the perspective of that childish guy, Ko Ching-teng.

It does seem a bit incongruous to have a girl sing a song full of male hormones and adolescent restlessness.

We can't exactly make her sing "I've developed calluses on my hands from practicing so much to hug you," can we?

The scene is too beautiful to imagine.

"What should we do then?"

Liu Qianqian slammed the lyrics paper on the table, somewhat deflated. "Find Hu Ge? His singing is only at a karaoke level, he can't sing like that."

"Hugo won't do."

Yu Le also rejected it.

At least not now. Hu Ge's voice is okay for acting now, but it's too plain when he sings, lacking the sense of vicissitude that comes with age.

"What should we do then?"

Liu Xiaoli looked over curiously, "Are you planning to find a singer outside?"

"No need for that."

Yu Le picked up his wine glass and took a sip. "My blog account has a lot of Chinese music records, right? If I just post a call for submissions, the line of people who want to sing would probably stretch all the way to the Fifth Ring Road."

Liu Qianqian rolled her eyes.

"boast."

Don't believe me?

Yu Le raised an eyebrow. "Eason Chan, JJ Lin, even Jason Chou—if I ask, it doesn't matter who gets the song. This is produced by Salty Fish Studio; it's guaranteed to be a masterpiece, understand?"

"cut."

Although Liu Qianqian was not convinced, she knew in her heart that Yu Le was telling the truth.

The "Salted Fish Studio" is now a well-known and highly regarded brand.

Many big-name singers have been unable to get songs for Yu Le, but if they knew that Yu Le had a ready-made theme song, they would probably fight tooth and nail for it.

Yu Le stroked his chin thoughtfully, "Besides, this song isn't actually that hard to sing. If there's really no suitable one, I'll just fill in myself."

"you?"

Liu Qianqian looked him up and down and let out an undisguised sneer.

"Come on, how old are you? Still singing 'The Heavy Rains We Missed in Those Years'? That's more like 'The Square Dancing We Missed in Those Years'!"

"Hey! You brat!"

Yu Le pretended to hit her, but Liu Qianqian nimbly shrank her neck and made a face.

"Hehe! That's exactly right! Like an old cucumber painted green—pretending to be young!"

"Alright, alright, you're getting off-topic."

Liu Xiaoli stepped in to smooth things over, smiling as she placed a piece of pork rib on Yu Le's plate. "Even eating can't shut you up. Yu Le, stop teasing her. Hurry up and finish eating and get some rest. You've been working hard for a month."

The meal ended with the father and daughter bickering.

Liu Qianqian was indeed exhausted.

After eating and drinking my fill, that feeling of drowsiness immediately surged up.

She yawned, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Dad, Mom, I'm going to sleep now. Don't wake me tomorrow. I want to sleep until the end of time!"

After saying that, she drifted back to her bedroom like a lost soul.

The door slammed shut.

Only Yu Le and Liu Xiaoli remained in the living room.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Yu Le quickly cleared away the dishes, while Liu Xiaoli wiped the table with a rag.

The two worked together seamlessly, like an old married couple.

But Yu Le's mind was clearly no longer on washing the dishes.

As he rinsed the dishes, he looked through the glass door of the kitchen at the figure busy in the living room.

Today, Liu Xiaoli wore a loose-fitting, violet silk nightgown, which made her skin appear radiantly white.

As she wiped the table, her waist swayed gently, her skirt swaying and outlining her voluptuous and graceful curves.

Yu Le was so busy with filming this past month that he didn't have many opportunities to have deeper conversations with Liu Xiaoli.

Yu Le is a normal man, and a man in his prime, full of energy.

This month of "monk" life had already made him seethe with resentment.

Yu Le quickened his pace.

I quickly washed the bowls clean, dried my hands, and turned off the light.

"Xiaoli".

Yu Le walked out of the kitchen.

Liu Xiaoli had just hung up the rag when she heard the sound and turned around.

"What's wrong?"

Yu Le didn't say anything, but walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

The familiar fragrance instantly filled my nostrils.

"I missed you so much..."