I was in my final year of high school, and my deskmate found out I was writing a novel!

After his cousin left again, Ye Feng waited for a while, and when no one else came, he finally made a video call to Su Miaomiao.

Su Miaomiao was lying on the bed, and she must have just washed her face. Her face was fair and rosy, almost translucent, making Ye Feng want to take a bite!

"Going to bed so early?"

"It's still early, it's already past ten o'clock. I just finished two practice tests. How about you?"

"That's great, but I don't have time to do practice questions. I didn't even bring the test papers with me, so I can only type."

The two chatted without any particular focus, talking about whatever came to mind. Neither of them wanted to hang up, and sometimes they would just silently look at each other.

Finally, Su Miaomiao sighed.

"You madman, I'm starting to feel uneasy if I don't see you for a day."

"Actually, I'm not used to it either. I'll be going back in three days. By the way, are you going to visit relatives on the second day of the Lunar New Year?"

"I'm going to my grandma's house... but I'll be back this afternoon, don't worry."

The two chatted until after 11 p.m., when they finally couldn't stay awake any longer and hung up.

The next day was New Year's Eve. To convince his family, my cousin got up early to prepare ingredients, determined to show off his skills.

"Why are you making fried rice? Stop messing around!"

"Oh, Mom, just wait and eat. I've prepared everything, just wait to eat."

It was a wood-fired stove, which Ye Feng found unusual, so he volunteered to sit down and start the fire.

It's really comfortable. You can add a little firewood every now and then, and then just sit there and watch. It's also warm. He really likes it!

My cousin had already put on his apron and started, and I must say, he was actually doing a pretty good job.

"Let me tell you, the most important thing about fried rice is a hot pan with cold oil. Hmm, the temperature's about right, let's fry the eggs first!"

A "sizzle" sound came, and my cousin took an egg in one hand and gently tapped it on the spoon in the other hand. The egg was peeled and put into the pot. His movements were a little stiff, but the degree of completion was very high, probably because he hadn't practiced for a long time.

The whole family watched him perform in front of the stove, but he wasn't intimidated at all; on the contrary, he seemed to enjoy it.

First came the eggs, then the cabbages and carrots picked early in the morning from the greenhouse, along with diced sausage, and finally the rice.

Before long, a big pot of fragrant fried rice was ready, and I must say, it really smelled delicious!

"If you have this skill, why haven't I seen you doing it before?"

Seeing that her son's fried rice was indeed quite good, the aunt was displeased. This brat had been pretending to be nice to her for over ten years!

"I just hadn't thought of it, Dad. Why don't you try some and see how my cooking is!"

Everyone served themselves a bowl, including Ye Feng. The fried rice was indeed quite good, but it wasn't particularly delicious. Compared to the place near their school, it was still somewhat lacking.

"Ye Feng, how does it compare to that place near your school?"

"It tastes pretty good, but it feels a little different; the rice is a bit hard."

"The preparations were a bit rushed, and I'm not used to using this pot yet. I'll try it out more after the New Year, and you'll all be watching!"

My cousin seemed very confident, but my uncle wasn't so optimistic. After all, it was just fried rice, and what restaurant only makes fried rice? That's my uncle's simple thinking!

However, Ye Feng continued to offer his opinion, or rather, he simply shared what he had seen with his cousin, leaving the rest for his cousin to decide.

"Brother, I saw they also have fried noodles, fried rice noodles, and fried dough sheets over there. Do you know how to cook those?"

"No matter how they change, they're all pretty much the same. I'll get the hang of it after cooking a few batches."

My cousin really took this matter seriously; you could tell he genuinely wanted to do this business.

My uncle kept eating without offering any opinion. Although he disagreed, I could tell from my cousin and his wife's attitude that they had discussed it beforehand. They're both over thirty, so his opinion wouldn't make a difference.

After breakfast, Ye Feng wanted to continue writing, but his cousin pulled him to play cards. His cousin, older cousin, and uncle were all playing, while his aunt and cousin's wife weren't. Some were taking care of the children, and others were doing housework. He had no choice but to step in and not spoil the fun.

They don't gamble, they just play cards.

"Only six months left until Ye Feng's college entrance exam. Time really flies!"

As his uncle played cards, he sighed. To be honest, Ye Feng heard these kinds of sighs every year, and he was already somewhat immune to them.

Then, the uncle continued.

"Ye Feng, where do you want to study?"

"I've thought about it, and I plan to go to Shanghai."

Have you decided what major to study?

"It'll probably be a teacher's college. I'll become a teacher; it'll be a pretty easy job."

None of the people at the table expected that Ye Feng would want to become a teacher; they all thought he would choose a more popular major like computer science.

However, they all felt that being a teacher was pretty good. Ye Feng had bought his own house and could make money, so being a teacher was a good choice—it was stable and not tiring.

If they can come back then, they can take care of things for us, which would be great.

"Yeah, being a teacher is pretty good. I supply the food for the cafeteria at No. 2 Middle School. I'll go and ask around about it later."

"No, Uncle, it's still early. Let's talk about it later. This is just my idea right now, and I'm not sure yet. I'll trouble you when I've made up my mind."

"Alright, don't be shy. Let me tell you, that principal was my classmate in elementary school. He's just smart. I dropped out after a few years, but he kept going. We even had drinks together before."

Ye Feng hadn't expected such a twist, but he had absolutely no interest in being a high school teacher; it was truly exhausting!

He wasn't actually interested in being a teacher; it was mainly Su Miaomiao's idea that he thought was pretty good, nothing more.

As for what major to choose, that will have to wait until after the college entrance exam, in case I have a new idea.

After lunch, Ye Feng could already hear the crackling sounds outside; it was children playing with firecrackers.

After finishing lunch, Ye Heng, Ye Feng's nephew, ran off. Ye Feng also wanted to go and have some fun, but since he didn't know anyone there, he could only watch the excitement from the yard.

"Come, come, Ye Feng, these are clothes your uncle bought for you. Go and change into them."

Just as he was getting bored, his aunt came over carrying several bags. Goodness, Ye Feng could tell they were all from big brands!

"Auntie, I have clothes, you..."

"You can have it as you please. This is a small token of my appreciation from your uncle and aunt. It's the Lunar New Year, so go and change into it."

Touching his new clothes, Ye Feng couldn't help but be moved. His uncle had indeed bought him new clothes for the New Year every year for years, and they were all big brands. His own parents had never bought him any!