The innocent and sweet girl turned red at first glance, shattering her abstinent and domineering per

In the past few days, apart from attending classes on time, Wen Song has spent all her free time organizing and refining her resume for job applications to Lu's Group.

When you concentrate, your brain doesn't have time to think about random things.

The next time I saw Zhou Shijing was outside the school. That day, Zhong Ze came to pick up Zhong Man to go to a restaurant. Zhou Shijing was sitting in the passenger seat, with one arm casually resting on the window sill. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his profile, outlining his handsome facial features and his spirited demeanor as he chatted and laughed with Zhong Ze.

Wen Song glanced at it briefly before quickly looking away, silently lowering his head and turning to leave in another direction.

As Zhou Shijing was talking to Zhong Ze, he saw a familiar figure in the rearview mirror. Her back was thin as she turned away, and there was an indescribable sense of loneliness about her.

Zhong Ze saw it too, and tentatively exclaimed, "Hey, isn't that Wen Xiaomei? Why don't we call her along?"

Zhou Shijing frowned and withdrew his gaze from the figure. "If you call her, I won't go."

"Hey, hey, no."

Zhong Ze completely gave up on the idea of ​​playing matchmaker for them, shook his head, and said, "You really hurt Wen Xiaomei's feelings. You'll regret it later."

When Wen Miaomiao got home, she was lounging on the sofa playing games, feeling utterly bored. Hearing Wen Song open the door, she tossed her phone aside in annoyance. "You're finally back. I've been so bored I'm practically growing weeds on my head."

Wen Miaomiao doesn't have an ID card for this era, making it inconvenient for her to go out shopping, take public transportation, or do anything else. She can only stay in this small apartment all day long.

Wen Song had also considered asking someone to give her a fake identity, so that at least her daily travels would be more convenient.

However, after privately inquiring and trying various avenues, she realized that forging identity documents was a serious crime with extremely high risks. If exposed, both of them would be in considerable trouble. So she could only keep this thought to herself and dared not put it into action.

"Have you thought about going anywhere, a park? A food street?"

Wen Miaomiao waved her hand, "Boring."

Wen Song then suggested, "What about the arcade? Don't you like going there?"

Wen Miaomiao rolled her eyes. "Who likes going to places like that? Last time it was just to kill time."

As Wen Miaomiao finished speaking, a thought suddenly struck her. "Didn't you say before that you could replicate the desserts in the restaurant? There's no time like the present, let's make them today."

Wen Song's resume was almost ready. After a moment's thought, he readily agreed, "Okay, today I'll let you taste my cooking."

After preparing all the ingredients, Wen Song went back to her room to get the shooting tripod, fixed her phone securely on the tripod, adjusted the angle, and placed it in front of the worktable.

Wen Miaomiao looked at her curiously, "What are you doing?"

Without looking up, Wen Song replied, "I'm recording some materials for making desserts."

Wen Miaomiao initially thought Wen Song was just recording her life, but later she discovered that for each step she took, she would adjust multiple angles, including close-ups and long shots, and the lighting and color scheme of the dessert plating also looked very professional.

A hint of suspicion flickered in her eyes as she tentatively asked, "You're not some food blogger, are you?"

Just then, Wen Song pushed the semi-finished product into the oven. While waiting for it to bake, she turned around and gave Wen Miaomiao a slight smile. "Yes, we currently have over 200,000 followers. My plan is to reach over 1 million followers within five years. How about it? Have I achieved this goal in the future?"

A hint of unease flashed in Wen Miaomiao's eyes. She used the excuse of checking the oven to look away and said, "No."

"No?"

Wen Song was surprised and somewhat disappointed. She asked softly, "Did I give up, or did something go wrong?"

"How would I know?"

Wen Miaomiao tapped here and touched there, but didn't make eye contact with her at all. "I've already told you, you're busy having fun all day long, where would you find the time to mess around with this? Anyway, I've never heard of you being a food blogger."

How could she neglect her own child and abandon her account that she had cultivated for so long just to go on a trip?

Wen Song finds it hard to believe that she will become such an irresponsible and unambitious woman in the future.

She pursed her lips, stepped forward and took Wen Miaomiao's hand. "Miaomiao, I don't know how I will become like that in the future, but at least I will treat you better and better now, and try to make up for all the things I owe you in the future."

Wen Miaomiao had never felt this way before. Her heart felt like it had been gently squeezed, soft and a little sore, to the point that her eyes were a little swollen.

She lowered her eyes, staring at the hand Wen Song was holding, her gaze gradually blurring.

Just then, the oven made a soft "ding," and Wen Miaomiao seemed to suddenly wake up, quickly pulling her hand away. "Who cares? I'm not a child anymore, I'm way past the age of looking for my mother."

Although Wen Miaomiao is usually a bit sarcastic and aloof, Wen Song realized after taking her to the hospital in the middle of the night that she was actually a warm-hearted but seemingly cold person.

She reached out and touched Wen Miaomiao's hair. "Who says only children are attached to their mothers? As long as your mother is here, you can always be attached to me."

Even if she were twenty years old now, if she could travel back to when her mother was still alive, she would definitely stay close to her every day and stick to her.

After saying that, she immediately turned around to open the oven. Sure enough, two seconds later, Wen Miaomiao's cat-like meow came from behind her, "Hey, Wen Song, have I ever told you that I hate it when people touch my hair?"

Wen Song gently curved her lips into a smile, a hint of amusement spreading across her face.

The moment the dessert came out of the oven, a rich and sweet milky aroma filled the entire apartment.

Wen Miaomiao looked at the dessert on the plate. Its color, shape, and presentation were exactly the same as the one in the restaurant that day.

She took another spoonful, still somewhat skeptical, and tasted it. The moment the rich, creamy filling melted in her mouth, an even more surprised expression appeared on her face.

How can it be a perfect replica?

This woman's got some skills...

Wen Songguang could tell from her expression that things hadn't gone wrong today. Her clear eyes curved slightly. "I said I could replicate it, now you know I wasn't bragging, right?"

"It's alright, just average, not exactly the same."

Despite her reluctance, Wen Miaomiao quickly finished a dessert. She licked her lips with lingering satisfaction and casually asked, "Hey, when will you finish editing this video?"

Wen Song thought for a moment, "Normally, it would take two or three days, but I need to prepare my resume these few days, so the editing might be delayed by a few days."

Wen Miaomiao nodded, "Okay, send me a copy when you're done editing."

Wen Song asked suspiciously, "What do you need this for?"

A sly glint flashed in Wen Miaomiao's eyes as she casually said, "What can I do? When I'm bored, I'll watch your work and see how you gained over 200,000 followers."

The next day, Wen Song finished her classes and was walking alone toward the school gate when a tall, big boy chased after her and walked alongside her.

"Wen Song, why haven't you been to the club lately?"

Wen Song joined the school's Go club during her freshman year. She and the boy in front of her, Zeng Xia, were members of the same club.

He is very good at chess. Wen Song had heard from others that he was a well-known top student in the computer science department, and had won many medals in various competitions.

"Oh, I'm currently preparing for my internship, so I don't have time to go there."

"Internship? You're going out for an internship so early?"

Wen Song smiled gently, "I'm already a junior, it's not early."

The boy pressed on, "So, which company are you planning to intern at?"

Wen Song never liked to publicize things that weren't settled. "I might not even get the job yet, so I won't tell you yet."

The boy nodded in understanding, "Then when you get the job, don't forget to let me know, and I'll treat you to a meal to celebrate."

Wen Song and Zeng Xia had only played a few games together at the chess club, and rarely interacted outside of the club. Faced with his sudden enthusiasm, Wen Song was a little taken aback.

Just as she was thinking about how to refuse, someone across from her suddenly waved and greeted her, "Songsong, over here!"