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

Grandma was waiting early, a smile spreading across her face.

"Coming, coming! Come in quickly, it's cold outside."

She came forward, her gaze sweeping over everyone's faces, lingering longest on Wenjing, with the deepest smile on her lips.

"grandmother."

Wenjing called out obediently and handed over the gift bag in her hand.

"You're here, why bring anything?"

Grandma was polite, but she had already taken it and placed it on the counter.

Ding Heng stepped forward and naturally put his arm around his grandmother's shoulder: "Grandma, let me introduce you. Hua Qing, you've met her before, do you remember her?"

Hua Qing bowed slightly: "Grandma, Happy New Year."

"Good good."

Grandma then turned to Lin Man: "Little Lin is here too?"

Lin Man greeted her with a smile, calling out "Grandma" much more naturally than the last time they met.

Grandma responded twice, her gaze shifting back and forth between Hua Qing and Lin Man, before finally turning her head to look at Ding Heng, her cloudy eyes revealing an inscrutable expression.

"Come in and sit down. What are you standing outside for?"

She turned and walked inside, with Ding Heng following beside her.

Where is Grandpa?

"They're watching TV inside, not even offering to help out during the Lunar New Year."

Grandma kept rambling on and on as she pushed open the door to the inner room.

Grandpa was sitting on the sofa when he heard the noise and turned his head.

"You're here?"

His gaze swept over the girls as well.

"Sit down, everyone sit down, don't stand."

The elderly couple invited everyone to sit down.

The TV was showing Peking Opera; the gongs and drums were clanging, and the singing was melodious.

Grandpa stared at the TV screen, as if he were listening intently to a play, but his eyes kept glancing at Ding Heng out of the corner of his eye.

After sitting for a while, Grandma finally couldn't resist patting her husband first, and then beckoning to Ding Heng.

"Heng Yazi, come here for a moment."

Ding Heng stood up and followed his maternal grandparents into the inner room.

As soon as the curtain was drawn, Grandma's expression immediately fell.

"Heng Yazi, tell me the truth, what exactly happened to these girls?"

"Didn't I tell you? Lin Man is my secretary."

"Why is she coming here on New Year's Eve instead of spending it at home?"

"If she can't leave work, she can spend the New Year with me, and I'll give her triple overtime pay!"

"Okay, okay... I'll leave the secretary for now, but what about Hua Qing?"

"Spend the New Year with me too."

"Spend the New Year with me?"

Grandpa chimed in, "Who is she to you? Why should she spend the New Year with you?"

Ding Heng shrugged: "Didn't you two already guess? Why are you asking me?"

Grandma was stunned, and it took her several seconds to react.

"you you……"

She raised her hand, as if to hit him.

Ding Heng did not dodge.

The slap landed on Ding Heng's shoulder, neither too hard nor too soft.

"You child, how could you... how could you..."

Grandma was so angry she couldn't speak.

Ding Heng reached out to help the old man up, softening his tone.

"Grandma, you've already hit her, so be polite when you go out later, and don't chase her away."

"you……"

"It's the Lunar New Year, and this young lady has come all this way to spend the holiday with you. You can't just refuse her, can you?"

Grandma choked and glared fiercely at Ding Heng.

"What a terrible thing... what a terrible thing..."

But after all, he was his own grandson, so the old man had no choice but to lift the curtain and go out, sighing repeatedly.

Back in the living room.

The atmosphere began to become subtle.

Hua Qing sat up straight, her heart beating even faster than when she participated in the competition.

Lin Man remained calm and was slowly peeling oranges. She handed the peeled oranges to Hua Qing and then picked up another one to continue peeling.

Grandma hesitated for a moment, then finally pointed at Wenjing.

"Jingjing, come help me make dumplings."

"Hey."

Wenjing obediently responded, stood up and followed her grandmother into the kitchen.

The curtain swayed, and rustling sounds came from the kitchen.

Grandma tied on her apron, took out the pre-seasoned minced meat from the refrigerator, and then brought out a bowl of rested dough.

Wenjing washed her hands, stood in front of the work surface, and began kneading the dough.

Grandma, who was helping out from the side, suddenly spoke up.

"Quietly."

"Ok?"

“Tell your grandmother the truth.”

Grandma tentatively asked, "What exactly is the relationship between Heng Yazi and those girls?"

Wenjing paused briefly, then continued rolling out the dough.

"grandmother……"

“Tell your grandma the truth, and she won’t blame you.”

"Grandma, I..."

Wenjing began to dodge the question: "I'm quite happy with Ding Heng."

"I wasn't asking if you're happy or not."

Grandma put down the rolling pin and bluntly asked, "What I'm asking is, how many girlfriends does he actually have?"

Wenjing bit her lower lip and remained silent.

Her grandmother looked at her with a complicated expression.

“Jingjing, you’re a good child. Grandma liked you the first time she saw you. She thought you were diligent, sensible, and had a good temper… Ding Heng… how could he…”

The elderly person simply couldn't continue, and their mindset made it even harder to accept.

"grandmother."

Wenjing raised her head and met the old man's gaze: "I know you think I'm not worth it, that I'm foolish. But I'm really... quite content. Ding Heng is better to me than anyone else. From childhood to adulthood, no one has ever been as good to me as he is."

Grandma was speechless.

"Grandma, please don't blame him."

Wenjing said softly, "It was my own choice, and Huaqing and the others were willing too."

The kitchen quieted down, and Grandma picked up the rolling pin again.

"Silly child, don't you think you're being taken advantage of?"

"Will not."

Wenjing shook her head, her tone firm.

"Ding Heng won't let me suffer a loss."

…………

In the living room, Grandpa finally picked up his teacup and took a sip, as if it were none of his business.

Compared to the old lady, the old man was too lazy to worry about such trivial matters; his children and grandchildren had their own blessings to offer.

Besides, ever since his grandson became successful, he's become much more confident when playing chess with other old men...

The kitchen door curtain was lifted, and Wenjing peeked out.

"It's almost time. Grandma wants you to go set off the New Year's firecrackers first."

"it is good."

Ding Heng stood up and picked up the firecrackers and lighter he had prepared in advance.

Lin Man also stood up: "Boss, I'll go with you."

The two walked out the door one after the other.

A cold wind blew in, and Lin Man wrapped her coat tighter around herself and jogged a few steps to catch up with Ding Heng.