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

Baima followed behind, her eyes wide open.

She ran over and picked up a box of Gatling guns, almost dropping it: "Brother! This one! I want this one!"

Uncle Liu joked, "This little girl is quite strong."

Baima put down the box and went to grab another one: "I want this one too! And this one too!"

She picked out a large pile one after another, piling it on the ground like a small mountain.

Finally, he excitedly exclaimed, "Brother! I want all of these!"

Ding Heng sighed and laughed: "Can you even finish releasing them all?"

"We can release it all, we can release it all!"

Baima patted her chest and promised, "I'll make up for all the fireworks I haven't set off in the past few years tonight!"

Uncle Liu was beaming from ear to ear as he began to calculate the accounts one by one.

Ding Heng paid the bill, bent down, picked up the fireworks, and began to move them into the car.

Wenjing quickly went over to help, and Baima followed behind. The three of them made several trips back and forth, and finally managed to stuff everything into the trunk.

The car pulled up in front of my grandparents' convenience store.

Wenjing pushed open the door and went in. The old lady was sitting behind the counter watching TV. When she saw Wenjing come in, her face lit up with a smile.

"Jingjing is here!"

"grandmother."

Wenjing greeted her politely, and the old lady stepped forward to invite her to sit down. Then she looked at Baima and asked, "And this is...?"

Ding Heng introduced generously, "Grandma, this is Baima, my dad's girlfriend's daughter."

Baima immediately stepped forward and obediently greeted, "Hello, Grandma!"

The old lady was taken aback for a moment: "Alright, alright, come in and sit down!"

Baima followed her inside, her eyes scanning the surroundings.

Ding Heng's maternal grandfather came out from the inner room and, seeing that guests had arrived, quickly served tea to greet them.

Baima has a sweet tongue, calling the elderly couple "Grandpa" and "Grandma" repeatedly, making them smile from ear to ear.

Wenjing tied on her apron and went into the kitchen to help.

Ding Heng followed him in and asked, "Do you need any help?"

"No need, no need."

Wenjing didn't even turn her head: "You just chat with your grandparents."

Baima also slipped out of the living room and peeked into the kitchen: "Sister-in-law, do you need any help?"

"No need, you can sit down too."

"Then I'll help you pass it!"

"Fine……"

Baima insisted on helping, and Wenjing had no choice.

The little girl seemed to find it all new and exciting. Under Wenjing's guidance, she busied herself handing over bowls and plates, having a great time.

Wenjing was dizzy from being turned around, but she didn't know what to say, so she could only let her do as she pleased.

Ding Heng returned to the living room, where the old lady pulled him aside and began to nag, "What's your dad's girlfriend like?"

"pretty good."

"Is he good to you?"

"It's fine, don't worry, Grandma."

Ding Heng knew that Qu Zhen definitely knew he would be coming to his maternal grandparents' house at noon.

The reason I asked him to bring Baima was to tell him—I don't mind, and you don't need to make things difficult for me.

"That's fine."

The old lady nodded, then looked at Wenjing, who was busy in the kitchen: "I really like this girl, Jingjing. She's hardworking, sensible, and has a good temper. You can't mistreat her."

Ding Heng smiled and said, "I know."

The old lady added, "If your mother were here, she would definitely like this girl too."

Ding Heng didn't reply, his eyes darkening...

Wenjing was putting the chopped vegetables into the pan when oil splattered. She jumped back slightly, while Baima laughed heartily beside her. The scene was warm and natural.

The family reunion dinner at noon was very lavish; Wenjing prepared a total of six dishes and a soup.

After finishing his meal, around 2 PM, Ding Heng prepared to leave.

As the car drove away from the old street, Baima leaned back in her seat, her short legs, wrapped in white silk, swaying gently.

"Brother."

"Ok?"

How many sisters-in-law do I actually have?

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated.

Why are you asking this?

"Just curious."

Baima counted on her fingers.

"The auntie who likes to wear Hanfu, the auntie who can cook, and that... the auntie I met in the hotel lobby last time, the really enthusiastic one... three in total?"

Ding Heng did not answer.

Pema concluded to himself, "Brother, you're pretty amazing."

Ding Heng asked in bewilderment, "What's so impressive about that?"

"Of course you're amazing! Most people struggle to handle even one woman, let alone three. Isn't that amazing?"

"What are you saying? Aren't you a woman?"

"So dealing with me will definitely be difficult for you too!"

Pema, however, was self-aware and immediately added another sentence.

"Brother, if you still have the energy, I can introduce you to some more?"

"what?!"

Ding Heng looked completely bewildered.

"You're welcome!"

Baima proudly raised her chin: "Now that I'm your sister, of course I have to share good things with you!"

"Go! Go! Go……"

Ding Heng was too lazy to argue with her and focused on driving.

Afterwards, Baima insisted on going shopping, so Ding Heng accompanied her to stroll around a shopping mall in the city center.

It was almost five o'clock when we got back to the villa.

The chef team has arrived, the stove is full of ingredients, and everyone is doing their job, working enthusiastically.

Qu Zhen and Ding Wenjie were sitting in the living room drinking tea, with the TV on, broadcasting CCTV-1.

The New Year's Eve dinner started promptly at 7 p.m., and the five of us, including Sister Jiang, ate for almost two hours. By the time the dishes were cleared away, it was nearly 9 p.m.

The Spring Festival Gala started early.

Several people were huddled on the sofa watching TV. Qu Zhen and Ding Wenjie sat together, Bai Ma sat cross-legged in the middle, and Ding Heng leaned against the side of the sofa.

"I am bored……"

Around 10 o'clock, Baima started yawning.

Fearing she might fall asleep immediately, Ding Heng simply said, "Let's go set off fireworks."

Baima roused herself and sprang up from the sofa: "Let's go, let's go!"

Qu Zhen reminded her again, "Be careful, don't let your little sister run around."

"know."

The two got out of the car and drove towards the suburbs.

It was almost eleven o'clock when we arrived at the old street.

Wenjing stood at the store entrance waiting for them, her little face flushed red from the cold wind.

Not far away, at the end of the old street, lies a stretch of ruins left after demolition, offering a wide view.

Ding Heng moved the fireworks over and arranged them one by one.

"Alright, which one should we put in first?"

"This one! This one!"

Baima picked up a Gatling gun.

Ding Heng walked over, lit the fuse, and stepped back a few paces.

The fuse hissed as it burned, and with a loud "bang," the first firework shot into the sky, exploding into a golden flower.

Wuhu!

Baima exclaimed excitedly.

Then came the second, the third... colorful fireworks exploded in the night sky, illuminating the entire open space.

After firing the Gatling gun, Baima went to fire the rocket launcher.

She was incredibly bold; she grabbed a lighter and moved closer, with Ding Heng following behind, ready to drag her back at any moment.

"Whoosh!"