Rebirth: My Home Has Become a Gathering Place for Young Women with a "Crazy" Spirit

After finishing class, it was already 11 a.m. Qin Lang leisurely returned home and saw that Xu Han and Ruan Zhihuan were already there, each engrossed in a novel.

"Have you eaten yet? Should I order takeout?" Qin Lang was already used to this kind of life. He turned on his computer and asked casually.

Ruan Zhihuan, who was half-reclining on the sofa, heard Qin Lang's words and her eyes lit up as if she had thought of a good idea: "How about I make you some noodles?"

She got up from the sofa, patted her chest confidently, and said to the two of them, "Don't worry, my noodles are delicious, I guarantee you'll want more."

"You...down there?" Qin Lang raised an eyebrow slightly. Could she...get a full meal down there?

When Xu Han heard Ruan Zhihuan say she was going to cook, she glanced at her sister with her cool eyes. Although she didn't say anything, her face showed a hint of disapproval.

Seeing Xu Han's expression, Qin Lang had a bad feeling. But before he could refuse, Ruan Zhihuan rushed into the kitchen.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, Ruan Zhihuan rubbed his hands together, rolled up his sleeves, and got to work.

Xu Han came out of the bedroom and leaned against the sofa in the living room, continuing to quietly read her book.

Qin Lang was sitting in front of the computer, having just opened the editing software to continue making sand-tone animation, when a series of crackling sounds suddenly came from the kitchen less than two minutes later.

At first, it was just the sound of bowls and plates clattering, but then the sound stopped, so Qin Lang didn't pay much attention to it.

Ten minutes later, Qin Lang's stomach started growling, but he still hadn't heard Ruan Zhihuan call him for dinner.

What's going on? Is it taking this long to get the next noodle?

Just as he was about to get up to see what was going on, a pungent smell of burning wafted out from under the door. Then he heard Ruan Zhihuan exclaim in surprise, followed by the hissing sound of the gas stove being lit and the sound of something being knocked over.

Oh no, Barbie Q is gone.

Qin Lang's heart tightened, and he rushed into the kitchen. The scene before him made him twitch his lips. Ruan Zhihuan was holding a spoon and retreating in a panic. There was no soup in the pot, and the noodles were burnt black.

The flames from the gas stove surrounded the pot, and the soup that had overflowed from the pot spilled all over the stove. The range hood wasn't on, and the whole kitchen was filled with thick smoke. The flames were burning in the pot.

"Get out of the way!" Qin Lang strode forward and pulled Ruan Zhihuan, who was frozen in fear, behind him. He quickly turned off the gas valve, picked up the pot lid and covered the burning pot to cut off the air and extinguish the fire. He had this much common sense.

Xu Han heard the noise and came over. Standing at the door, looking at the messy kitchen, a rare look of surprise appeared on his usually expressionless face, before he quickly regained his composure. He looked at Ruan Zhihuan, shook his head, and his eyes held a hint of knowing helplessness.

Once the fire was completely extinguished and the thick smoke slowly dissipated, Ruan Zhihuan stood to the side, her face pale with fright. She lowered her head helplessly, her voice filled with grievance: "I...I was just browsing my phone for a while, I don't know how it caught fire..."

Looking at the stove covered in soup, the noodles burnt to a crisp, and the mess on the floor, Qin Lang glanced at Ruan Zhihuan, who was now standing beside him, no longer the spirited woman she had been before entering the kitchen. Qin Lang took a deep breath, suppressed the helplessness in his heart, and said calmly, "It's alright, as long as no one is hurt."

Xu Han watched this scene from the side, a barely perceptible, fleeting smile curving his cool lips.

Qin Lang shook his head helplessly, took out his phone to order a three-person meal, then turned around and went into the kitchen to pick up a rag to clean up the mess.

The takeout arrived: braised chicken and rice for three people. The three sat around the table to eat, and to ease the awkwardness, Ruan Zhihuan initiated a conversation: "Qin Lang, how's the view count for your silly animated video? Did you get any tips? How much money did you make?"

Qin Lang shoveled a mouthful of rice into his mouth, turned to look at the two of them, a faint smile flashing in his eyes, and said, "Guess how many views that video has?"

Ruan Zhihuan's eyes lit up, instantly forgetting her earlier embarrassment, and she leaned closer to ask curiously, "How much? Did it explode?"

Xu Han also looked up at Qin Lang, his face expressionless, simply waiting quietly for Qin Lang's answer.

Qin Lang leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed and at ease. He deliberately kept everyone in suspense, then said with a smile, "Guess the number."

Ruan Zhihuan immediately became interested and tilted her head to think about it. She had seen the silly animated video that Qin Lang made. It was funny, silly, and the plot was very addictive. It should have a lot of views.

But since it was her first time doing it, she didn't dare to think too much about it.

"Ten thousand views?" Ruan Zhihuan tentatively guessed. In her opinion, although the video was good, it was Qin Lang's first time making one, so ten thousand views was already a very good result.

Qin Lang shook his head, a smile playing on his lips, and said nothing.

"Then... 100,000?" Ruan Zhihuan guessed again, thinking that the number was already quite high. If the video could get 100,000 views, it would be considered a minor hit.

Qin Lang shook his head again, tapping his fingertips lightly on the table, waiting for her to continue guessing.

Xu Han glanced at the enthusiastic Ruan Zhihuan, too lazy to put in any more effort, and said indifferently, "I'm not interested in guessing. Just tell me, how much?"

Qin Lang pursed his lips, stopped keeping him in suspense, held out his hand, and said proudly, "500,000 views, over 4,000 followers."

The moment Qin Lang finished speaking, Ruan Zhihuan's eyes widened, her mouth opened slightly, and she looked incredulous. She even rubbed her ears, wondering if she had misheard.

"How many?! Half a million views?!" Ruan Zhihuan's voice rose several decibels as she stared at Qin Lang in shock. "Qin Lang, are you kidding me? Half a million views? You're famous!"

"It's not even close to being a hit. Those viral videos have tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of views. There's still a lot of room for improvement," Qin Lang said earnestly.

"What about revenue? How much revenue can you get from 50 views?" Ruan Zhihuan asked with great interest.

"There's not much profit. The combined revenue from charging tips and streaming is less than 300 yuan," Qin Lang said calmly.

"300 yuan isn't enough? You've already earned 300 yuan on the first day, and you're still not satisfied?"

Ruan Zhihuan looked surprised. Qin Lang had just made a video and uploaded it to Bilibili, and it had generated so much revenue.

Even Xu Han, who had always maintained a cold and indifferent expression, widened his eyes slightly for a moment when he heard the number from Qin Lang. His lips twitched almost imperceptibly, and a rare look of surprise appeared on his face.

Seeing their reactions, Qin Lang's smile deepened; this was only the beginning.