Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

Qiu Yingying explored the large apartment, lay on the sofa looking at her phone, and placed many fluffy toys and figurines on the sofa. After lingering for more than an hour, she reluctantly locked the door and drove her pink supercar to the villa in the suburbs.

As the car drove away from the city center, the tall buildings were gradually replaced by groves of green trees. The traffic jams lessened, and the noise in the air faded away, replaced by the fresh scent of grass and trees. Taking a deep breath made one feel comfortable in the chest.

After driving for more than half an hour, the navigation indicated that she had arrived at her destination. She turned into a villa area with tight security and saw her own house in the distance—a typical Chinese-style villa with green tiles, white walls, and upturned eaves. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it.

After parking the car, Qiu Yingying walked to the villa's entrance. The heavy solid wood door was intricately carved with plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums; the patterns were clear to the touch. The gleaming brass door knocker exuded an antique charm. It was a facial recognition lock. Pushing open the door, a courtyard of about 200 square meters immediately came into view. Green bamboo and red plum blossoms grew beside the bluestone slabs, along with several uniquely shaped bonsai trees, arranged in a pleasing, staggered manner, creating an elegant atmosphere. Adjacent to a stone arch bridge on one side of the courtyard was a square swimming pool with crystal-clear water. The poolside was paved with non-slip beige tiles, and two simple rattan lounge chairs were placed there. She could practice swimming there; she had forgotten to learn it before, but she would learn it in the learning system when she got back.

In the center of the courtyard was a small pond, with a few emerald green lotus leaves floating on the surface and several red koi swimming slowly, swishing their tails. Duoduo couldn't resist running out to catch the small fish and even told Qiu Yingying, "Your new home is nice."

This villa spans 1,500 square meters across three floors, featuring a black, white, and gray color scheme complemented by solid wood furniture. The first floor houses the living and dining room, kitchen, guest rooms, and a room for elders, with a spacious and practical layout. The second floor contains the master bedroom, a second bedroom, and a study, offering privacy and comfort. The third floor includes an activity room, bar, storage room, and an outdoor terrace, specifically designed for leisure and entertainment.

Qiu Yingying strolled around the house slowly for a long time until her legs were tired. She thought to herself that cleaning such a big villa would be exhausting.

Thinking of the swimming pool in the courtyard again, my heart is filled with joy. I'm thinking that when it gets hot, I'll invite my sisters and parents to come swimming and have a barbecue. It will be so lively!

She suddenly remembered Fan Shengmei. When she was a food blogger, she had asked Fan Shengmei if they wanted to become beauty bloggers together. With Fan Shengmei's looks, eloquence, and resources, they would definitely become famous.

But Sister Fan hesitated at the time. Firstly, she was busy with her own job, and secondly, she was afraid that Fan Shengying and the others would get involved and ruin her career. She couldn't afford to gamble now.

Qiu Yingying understood her concerns, so she didn't try to persuade her further, but she kept it in mind—she knew that in three or four years, Douyin would be launched, and that would be a huge opportunity. At that time, she would quit her job, focus on live streaming, and even start a media company.

With her current millions of followers, the system's assistance, and her forward-thinking vision, she'll definitely be able to establish herself in live-streaming e-commerce. Then, we'll give Sister Fan a hand, provide her with a stable platform, and allow her to buy a car and a house on her own, achieving financial freedom without having to depend on a man.

She has always adhered to the principle of "cultivating one's own virtue when poor, and helping others when successful." In her previous life, she was too busy to take care of herself and could only offer a few words of comfort when her friends were sad. Now that she has the ability, she naturally wants everyone around her to live a good life.

She doesn't give directly; teaching someone how to fish is the highest form of help. Besides, she's just providing a platform. Others earn money by contributing their time. This isn't excessive kindness; it's simply the most basic and manageable act of kindness.

Thinking about all this, she remembered that she had a boyfriend. Qiu Yingying took out her phone and sent a message to Meng Yanchen: "Meng Yanchen, are you free tonight? I'm at my newly bought villa and I'd like to grill something. Want to come over?"

Meng Yanchen replied quickly: "Okay, send me the address, I'll bring the ingredients over."

Qiu Yingying smiled and sent the address, then immediately headed into the kitchen. She was a food blogger, and making dipping sauces was her specialty. She pulled out various seasonings from her system space: soy sauce, oyster sauce, minced garlic, chili peppers, cilantro, sesame seeds, and added her own secret chili sauce. She mixed them in the correct proportions, and the aroma wafted out as she stirred. It was so delicious, even the soles of shoes would smell amazing, making her own mouth water.

For Qiu Yingying, a food lover, being a food blogger is a dream job. She loves eating and cooking; it's a joy, not a job. In her lifetime, she wants to eat her way across all of China.

After preparing the dipping sauce, she went to the third-floor open-air platform to set up the grill, clean the countertop, and wait for Meng Yanchen to bring the ingredients.

Not long after, the doorbell rang. Qiu Yingying ran to open the door and saw Meng Yanchen standing there carrying several large bags, which were crammed full. She took a picture of his face while she was at it. "Did you bring the whole supermarket with you?" she said with a smile, stepping aside to let him in.

Meng Yanchen placed the bag on the kitchen counter, his gaze sweeping across the courtyard outside the window. His tone was calm, yet tinged with a barely perceptible smile: "I didn't know what you liked to eat, so I bought a little extra. By the way, your villa has a great location, not far from my parents' house, only a seven or eight-minute walk." He paused, then added, "My mom has recently become obsessed with cooking, spending every day at home experimenting with new recipes. She's really enthusiastic about it."

Qiu Yingying's eyes lit up, and she said with a smile, "That's perfect! If we bake too much, we can bring some over to Uncle and Auntie so they can taste our cooking and exchange culinary skills with Auntie. Food is meant to be shared!"

Meng Yanchen nodded, his eyes showing approval: "They will definitely like it."

"That's quite a feast! We've got plenty to eat tonight." Qiu Yingying rolled up her sleeves. "I've already prepared the dipping sauce. Let's go to the third floor for a barbecue. The view is better there, and we can even see the swimming pool below."

Meng Yanchen carried the ingredients and grill to the third-floor open-air platform. A cool evening breeze made it pleasantly refreshing. Meng Yanchen skillfully lit the charcoal fire, while Qiu Yingying skewered and arranged the ingredients neatly.

As the charcoal fire gradually grew stronger, meat skewers were placed on the grill, and the sizzling sound of oil filling the air instantly filled the room. The aroma wafted on the wind, making people's mouths water.

"Your dipping sauce smells delicious." Meng Yanchen flipped the meat skewers, his gaze falling on the small bowl next to him.

Qiu Yingying smiled smugly: "Of course! This is my secret recipe. You'll see once you try it."

The meat skewers were grilled until golden brown, sprinkled with cumin and chili powder, and then dipped in a special sauce. One bite revealed a crispy exterior and tender interior, bursting with flavor. Meng Yanchen, who usually ate a light diet, couldn't help but eat a few more skewers, exclaiming, "Yingying's cooking is amazing! It's even better than the barbecue at the restaurants outside!"

"Of course, look who made it." Qiu Yingying said playfully, her hands moving non-stop as she added a few more skewers of shrimp and eggplant. The eggplant was grilled until soft, and after being sliced ​​open and topped with minced garlic and seasonings, the aroma became even stronger.

The two grilled and ate, occasionally chatting about work and life. Qiu Yingying mentioned that when it gets hot, she would set up tables and chairs by the pool and invite her girlfriends to swim and barbecue. Meng Yanchen listened and quietly said that he would be responsible for purchasing some outdoor tableware.

Qiu Yingying also talked about her career as a food blogger, and her plans to do live streaming and start a media company in the future. Meng Yanchen listened attentively and said approvingly, "Great, you really have a great talent for food. I have a friend who has professional filming equipment, and I'll help you get in touch with him."

He also talked about trivial matters at work. Usually, President Meng was decisive and efficient in the company, but he was more talkative at this moment, talking about the power struggles in the company. Qiu Yingying listened and learned, and also asked her questions, which Meng Yanchen answered one by one.

It's peaceful, comfortable, and I have someone who understands me by my side.

Before they knew it, it had gotten completely dark, and the two had almost finished eating. Qiu Yingying looked at the many skewers and dipping sauces that had just been grilled and said, "There are still quite a few left. Let's pack them up and take them to your uncle and aunt so they can try them while they're hot."

Meng Yanchen nodded: "Okay, thank you Yingying."

Qiu Yingying found a clean food container, carefully packed the grilled meat skewers, chicken wings and the remaining dipping sauce, and handed it to Meng Yanchen. "Tell your aunt that if she likes this dipping sauce, I'll teach her how to make it next time. We can invite her here in the future. It's quite fun to have a barbecue by the pool."

Meng Yanchen took the box. He chuckled, remembering how his mother had turned a meal into pills last time. A smile played on his lips. "Good, she'll definitely be happy."

Meng Yanchen was still carrying the barbecue he had prepared for his parents, but he hesitated to walk towards their house. Qiu Yingying, seeing him standing there, asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Did you forget something?"

Meng Yanchen looked up at her, his usually cold eyes now softened, and he even imitated Qiu Yingying's occasional behavior, his eyes widening slightly, wet, like a docile puppy, with a hint of cautious expectation, his lips pursed and he didn't speak, his appearance clearly showing his reluctance to leave, wanting to stay, but too embarrassed to speak.

Qiu Yingying's heart softened at his appearance, and she couldn't help but laugh. She deliberately ignored him and said goodbye.