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

Wen Shu met Ding Heng's gaze in the rearview mirror and chuckled.

Wenjing pouted and stopped nagging.

Wen Shu suddenly spoke up again: "Brother-in-law, what kind of big meal are we having for New Year's Eve tonight?"

“Your sister said she wanted to cook it herself, so she went to the supermarket to pick out ingredients.”

"My sister made it?"

Wen Shu's eyes lit up: "Great! It's been so long since I've had a proper meal cooked by my sister. I'm so hungry!"

Wenjing complained, "Didn't we just have dumplings last time?"

"Dumplings are dumplings, but that doesn't really show how good my sister's cooking skills are."

"He's flattering me again..."

Wenjing muttered something, but she seemed quite happy.

It was a holiday, and the supermarket was quite crowded.

Wenjing pushed the shopping cart at the front, Wenshu followed beside her, and Ding Heng trailed slowly behind.

The little rabbit had a clear goal and headed straight for the fresh produce section.

She picked up a large cabbage, examined it from all angles, then put it down and picked up another one. After carefully comparing them, she confirmed, "This one is good."

Ding Heng leaned closer to take a look: "How did you figure that out?"

"The leaves are tight, they feel heavy, and they're fresh."

Wenjing put the cabbage into the shopping cart and then went to pick out radishes.

Wen Shu followed beside her, watching her sister skillfully pick and choose. Suddenly remembering something, she asked softly, "Sister! Will I get a reward if I'm in the top 300 in the final exams this semester?"

Wenjing's hands didn't stop moving: "What place did you get last time?"

"Around 350..."

"You only plan to improve by fifty places?"

"It gets harder the further you go! Sister, you've been through this, don't you understand?"

"Talk to me again if you score 150 or higher."

"Sister, you make it sound so easy..."

"It's not easy, but we still have to learn."

Wenjing's tone turned serious: "Xiaoshu, it wasn't easy for you to transfer to this school; so many people want to get in but can't. If you don't cherish it, you'll be letting yourself down, and you'll be letting yourself down too..."

In the end, Wenjing didn't continue, but Wenshu knew what her sister wanted to say—that she felt sorry for the money Ding Heng had spent.

She didn't reply, and turned her gaze back to Ding Heng.

The man was standing in the seafood section, looking down at the fish in the glass tank, as if he was hesitating whether to steam or braise them tonight.

From Wen Shu's perspective, her brother-in-law looked roguish and handsome, but when he was with her sister, he seemed quite down-to-earth and treated her exceptionally well.

He must be an honest and good man...

After picking out the radishes, Wenjing went to pick out the meat.

She picked up a box of pork belly and turned it over to check its appearance.

Ding Heng walked over and habitually reached out to pinch the girl's cheek.

Wenjing paused in her movements, her face instantly turning bright red.

"Well……"

She mumbled something indistinctly and turned her head away as if to dodge, but she didn't actually manage to.

Ding Heng squeezed it quite easily, and then rubbed it a little more before letting go.

"Winter is coming, remember to apply more face cream, otherwise your hands won't feel nice."

"Ding Heng..."

Wenjing was so embarrassed that she subconsciously looked at Wenshu.

Wen Shu stood two steps away, looking down at her phone, completely unaware of the two of them.

Wenjing breathed a sigh of relief and muttered softly, "Xiaoshu is here today!"

In front of her younger sister, Wenjing tried to maintain her authority as the older sister, but it was too much for Ding Heng to dote on her like that...

Ding Heng laughed: "She didn't see it."

"What if we see it..."

"So what if you see it?"

"Well……"

Wenjing had no choice but to blush and continue picking out meat.

Wen Shu had actually caught a glimpse of her sister and brother-in-law's interaction out of the corner of her eye, but her expression remained as natural as if nothing had happened.

The three of them came out of the supermarket with their trunk completely full.

The car drove into Ding Heng's residential compound and parked in front of the familiar building.

The three of them went upstairs and opened the door.

"Hua Yue, please, can I have a chicken dinner?!"

In the living room, Zhao Yanxi sat cross-legged on the sofa, her fingers flying across the tablet.

Hua Yue was in a similar position, the two of them head to head, muttering to themselves.

"No way! Who told you to block my 3-star, 5-cost unit last game!"

"Can't you be reasonable? I need to build up my bonds!"

"Here it comes, here it comes, three stars and five cost... Holy crap, Zhao Yanxi, what do you mean by surrendering without letting me have a good time?"

"Humph!"

Zhao Yanxi put down her tablet and waved to Wen Shu: "Little Shu Shu! You're here!"

Wen Shu leaned closer: "Sister Yan hope? Sister Hua Yue? Are you playing with a golden shovel?!"

"Can you?"

"good."

"Come on, teach me! I've only been playing for two days, and Hua Yue has already bullied me terribly!"

Wen Shu joined the shovel-shoveling army, while Wen Jing carried the things into the kitchen.

Hua Qing happened to come out of the restroom and went up to ask, "Do you need any help?"

Wenjing shook her head: "No need, no need, Sister Huaqing, you can rest."

Hua Qing didn't insist, nodded, and went back to sit down in the living room.

Wenjing tied on her apron and began to prepare the groceries she had bought.

Ding Heng leaned against the door frame, watching her busy herself with a smile.

Wenjing turned to look at him: "What are you doing standing here?"

"Look at you."

"What's so interesting about cooking..."

Wenjing muttered something to herself, turned back to continue chopping vegetables, but her ears turned slightly red.

Ding Heng walked over and gently hugged Wen Jing from behind.

"what……"

Wenjing paused in her movements, her voice soft.

"Nothing."

Ding Heng rested his chin on her shoulder as he watched her chop vegetables.

The only sound in the kitchen was the thud of a knife hitting the cutting board.

After a while, Wenjing shyly muttered, "Xiaoshu and the others are all here..."

"Ah."

"Aren't you going out to keep them company?"

"Wait a minute."

"Oh……"

Wenjing didn't say anything more, but the knife in her hand slowed down.

After she finished cutting a carrot, she turned her head slightly and gently rubbed it against Ding Heng's face, like a pet begging for a reward from its owner.

Ding Heng tightened his arms a little, and gently rubbed his forearm against the girl's two big, soft mounds.

In the living room, Zhao Yanxi finally won the game with Wen Shu's guidance and cheered excitedly.

"Wuhu, awesome!"

She stretched and yawned, glancing towards the kitchen, where she saw Ding Heng walking out.

"Brother Ding Heng!"

She immediately jumped up from the sofa, intending to rush over and grab Ding Heng's arm as usual.

But then he suddenly realized Wen Shu was there, so he could only obediently stand still: "What are the plans for tonight?"

Ding Heng responded simply, "Wenjing is cooking, we'll talk after we eat."

"After we finish eating, we'll celebrate the New Year."

Zhao Yanxi blinked, then lowered her voice suggestively, "I want to be number one in the New Year..."

Don't even think about it.

Ding Heng lightly flicked her forehead, gesturing to Wen Shu that she was watching.