Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

Hua Qing made an excuse to hang up the phone.

Black Bean had climbed back up and jumped onto her lap again, pawing at her half-heartedly, as if trying to comfort its owner.

"Black Bean, do you want me to go to the capital?"

"Meow~"

"If I'm going, it won't be convenient for me to take you with me!"

"Meow~"

"Then, who should I give you to?"

"Meow~"

Black Bean jumped back to the ground, strolled over to the massage chair, and stood on tiptoe to pry it open. Ding Heng's coat, which he had forgotten to take, was still hanging on the back of the chair.

"You heartless wretch! You've only seen him once, how could you be so hung up on him? It's one thing for him to attract women, but why would he attract animals?"

Hua Qing pouted unhappily, opened her hand and found a number she hadn't contacted in a long time, hovering her finger above the screen.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally decided to press the button.

"Beep-beep-beep-"

After three rings, the call was connected.

A familiar female voice came from the other end, tinged with surprise.

"Hua Qing?"

Hua Qing took a deep breath.

"Teacher Qi."

She paused.

"I'm planning to come to the Beijing Dance Academy."

Chapter 116: My Younger Sister Wen Shu (Part 1)

As November arrives, the autumn chill deepens.

The maple leaves on Yuelu Mountain are beginning to turn red, and the temperature is much lower than in previous years.

University life was generally peaceful.

Hua Qing has already told Ding Heng that she will be going to the Beijing Dance Academy, but since she hasn't finished her senior year yet, she won't risk everything and will leave tonight.

Once she receives her graduation certificate next semester, she will rush over immediately to participate in the rehearsal and training of a new dance production.

Ding Heng supported her, but he was also troubled by the fact that Hua Qing's romantic relationship hadn't progressed at all since that night.

70% is like a hurdle.

Whether he's acting on emotion or lust, whether it's gentle or stimulating, the progress bar remains completely still.

Hua Qing's threshold seems to have been raised even further...

Looking back now, I realize how lucky I was to find the little white rabbit Wenjing during my newbie quest; it was practically free.

This day was a weekend, and it also happened to be the beginning of winter.

Zhao Yanxi, I don't know which marketing account she saw again, kept insisting that they make dumplings together.

Just then, Ding Wenjie sent back some beef and mutton, so Ding Heng agreed, and the meeting place was chosen to be Hua Qing's house.

Ding Heng didn't arrive at Hua Qing's house until after 9 a.m. on Saturday morning, having been working on his homework until 2 a.m.

Pushing open the door, the room was already bustling with activity.

The living room smelled of flour, and on the coffee table were several plates of seasoned fillings: pork and scallion, spiced beef, and a small bowl of chives and eggs, all prepared by Wenjing who had come early in the morning.

Several people sat around the table, chatting and laughing as they made dumplings.

Among them, besides the familiar faces, there was also a girl that Ding Heng had never seen before.

She was a little over 1.6 meters tall, wearing a vocational high school uniform jacket, with her hair tied in a ponytail, and her eyebrows and eyes bore a resemblance to Wenjing's.

Ding Heng placed the two bottles of vinegar on the entryway cabinet and asked curiously, "And this is...Wen Shu?"

"Hello, brother-in-law!"

Wen Shu called him "brother-in-law" in a very open and natural way, without the slightest bit of awkwardness.

Upon hearing Wen Shu's address, Ding Heng immediately felt that several girls' eyes were all on him.

Zhao Yanxi held the dumplings, a forced smile on her face.

Hua Qing's expression changed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure, lowered her head and continued making dumplings, appearing completely unconcerned.

Hua Yue sighed softly, for her cousin and for her two best friends...

Wenjing was the only one who was extremely embarrassed and gently pushed her younger sister, saying, "Xiaoshu, don't shout like that."

Wen Shu blinked, looking completely innocent: "What's wrong? Isn't he my brother-in-law?"

Wenjing's ears turned bright red: "We...are only freshmen..."

"It's only a matter of time."

Wen Shu replied matter-of-factly, "Let's just get it straight now, so it won't feel awkward later."

Wenjing was unable to refute, and could only cast an embarrassed look at Ding Heng.

Ding Heng didn't seem to care. He calmly walked to the sink, washed his hands, and then approached the coffee table.

"How was the wrapping?"

"See for yourself."

Zhao Yanxi raised her chin and pointed to the dumplings in front of her.

Ding Heng glanced down and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The dumplings in front of Zhao Yanxi were of various shapes. Some were round and pretty, some were crooked and exposed their filling, and a few were not even dumplings at all, but looked more like lumps of dough.

Ding Heng picked up a dumpling wrapper and started helping to wrap the dumplings, asking as he did so, "Wen Shu, what brings you here?"

Wen Shu laughed and said, "Something happened at school, so we got two extra days off. I didn't know where to go, so I came to visit my sister... Brother-in-law, you don't mind, do you?"

"Welcome! You're definitely welcome!"

Ding Heng was very enthusiastic, then turned to Wen Jing: "Have you arranged where your sister is staying?"

Wenjing shook her head: "Not yet."

"Then shall I arrange a room for her at the Chujiang Hotel?"

"Um……"

Wenjing didn't hesitate for long and nodded in agreement.

More than an hour later, hundreds of dumplings were ready to be cooked.

Roughly estimated, Wenjing made two-thirds of the more than one hundred dumplings on the table by herself.

The rest were either deformed or exposed, and were made by several other pampered young ladies who never lifted a finger.

Wenjing also had to find time to salvage those "defective products" and reshape them.

Zhao Yanxi and Hua Yue didn't do it on purpose; they were truly people who never lifted a finger in the kitchen and had never done this kind of work at home.

Being able to wrap it into any shape is already an extraordinary achievement.

Seeing Wenjing busy by herself, Ding Heng was about to go over and lend a hand when Wenshu suddenly came over.

"So, brother-in-law, isn't my sister virtuous?"

"Aren't you going to help your sister?"

"I'd be more of a hindrance than a help if I tried to help."

"Don't you usually do any housework at home?"

Wen Shu spread her hands and shrugged.

"There's no way around it, I've understood one thing ever since I was little, just by looking at my sister."

What's the reasoning behind that?

"The more sensible a child is, the more grievances they suffer, and the more work they do."

Wen Shu glanced at Wen Jing, who was busy in the kitchen, and said in a complicated tone.

“My sister has always been like this since she was little. She always takes the initiative to do everything and never complains. So it’s only natural that any chores at home are left to her. As for me, since I can’t do anything, they don’t expect anything from me.”

Ding Heng didn't reply, but turned to look at the sofa.

Zhao Yanxi and Hua Yue chattered and teased Hei Dou, who was so exhausted from being petted that it let out helpless meows.

I glanced again at Wenjing, who was busy working alone in the kitchen.

It wasn't that Zhao Yanxi and Hua Yue were deliberately being lazy.

Their personalities and upbringing mean they are not good at housework, and if they were to enter the kitchen, they would only make things worse.

At most, I'll help wash the dishes and pots after meals.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened.

Hua Qing came to the kitchen and handed a large red envelope to Wen Jing.

"Wenjing, this is for you."

Wenjing froze, her hands still covered in flour, unsure whether to accept it.

"Sister Hua Qing, this is..."

"The new house is now open for cooking."

Hua Qing explained, "According to old tradition, the first time someone properly cooks a meal, you have to give the chef a lucky gift."

After buying this house, she usually just boils eggs and heats up milk, and today is the first time she has ever cooked a proper meal.

Wenjing declined a couple of times, but finally accepted it, looking a little embarrassed.