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

"Ah."

Wenjing nodded, then thought for a moment and asked, "Do you need me to prepare lunch for you in advance? It won't take long."

"No need, I'll just grab something to eat for lunch."

"Oh... I'll go to the supermarket after I get off work tonight and buy some groceries."

"I'll go with you."

"it is good."

The conversation between the two was simple, natural, and fluent, and Wenjing's heart was filled with a warm joy.

Yesterday, Ding Heng asked her to move from the hotel to his home, and she guessed that this would be the case.

Living under the same roof, they would eat together and go grocery shopping together, just like a couple living together.

This feeling... isn't bad.

It even made her a little greedy.

After breakfast, the two drove to McDonald's.

As Wenjing was unbuckling her seatbelt, Ding Heng suddenly spoke.

"and many more."

"Ok?"

Wenjing paused, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"Put your face out."

Ding Heng beckoned to her with his finger.

Wenjing pouted cutely, a helpless expression of "why not again" on her face, thinking that Ding Heng was going to pinch her cheeks as usual.

However, she obediently leaned her upper body slightly forward, brought her face close to Ding Heng's, and quietly closed her eyes to wait.

The expected kneading did not happen; Ding Heng gently brushed the girl's lips with his fingertips.

Wenjing opened her eyes and looked at Ding Heng blankly.

"chopped green onion."

Ding Heng showed her the tiny green dot on his fingertip, his tone flat.

"what……"

Wenjing was startled and hurriedly rubbed her mouth with the back of her hand.

"When was it stuck on? I didn't notice it..."

“It’s available during meals.”

Ding Heng withdrew his hand and took out a tissue to wipe it away.

Wenjing blushed slightly, her ears turning slightly red: "Then, why didn't you remind me..."

Ding Heng's lips curved into a smile: "Why did you remind me? It's quite cute."

"I... I hate it!"

Wenjing glared at Ding Heng angrily, then quickly opened the car door and ran into McDonald's without looking back.

Ding Heng started the car and drove away. In his mind, the system interface quietly appeared:

[The Record of Redemption: Wenjing]

[Current Status: The Corrupted Nun]

Purification level: 86%

It's 86%.

With less than two weeks until school starts, I need to hurry up and finish all the practice questions.

This is also the main reason why Ding Heng deliberately "tricked" Wen Jing into coming home to live.

Spending time together day and night always provides more opportunities.

Of course, having the "nanny" take care of three meals a day can also help improve one's stomach after being overwhelmed by the rich and heavy meals at the hotel, which is a reasonable use of resources.

Not long after Ding Heng got home, his phone beeped with a text message notification.

A large package is about to arrive; it was sent back by my father, Ding Wenjie, via express air freight from Tibet.

Ding Heng went downstairs and waited for a while. The delivery truck slowly stopped at the entrance of the building, and the deliveryman got out and handed over the delivery slip.

"Ding Heng, right? Are you alone?"

"Correct."

Ding Heng took the delivery slip and signed it.

"That box is quite heavy."

The deliveryman pointed to the back of the truck: "Do you want to call two more people to help?"

Ding Heng turned to look and saw a huge wooden box lying in the carriage, secured with reinforcing straps; it certainly looked quite heavy.

"It's okay, I'll try."

Ding Heng handed the signed form back and walked to the side of the carriage.

Before the deliveryman could offer any further advice, Ding Heng bent over, slipped his hands under the reinforcing straps, and used his core strength—

"Hey!"

He steadily lifted the wooden box, which weighed over 200 pounds, and placed it on the ground with a dull thud.

The deliveryman's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth, but it took him a long time to finally utter a sentence.

"Young man, you've trained before!"

"It's alright, thanks!"

Ding Heng adjusted his posture, picked up the wooden box again, and walked steadily toward the unit door.

The deliveryman stood there, stunned, muttering to himself.

"Wow, are kids these days growing bigger by taking veterinary drugs?"

Ding Heng carried the box home and opened it.

The wooden crate was inside a foam box, which was packed full of items. On top of it were several vacuum-packed saffron packets, carefully wrapped in shock-absorbing foam.

Next to it were several bottles of highland barley wine, with exquisite and elegant packaging, half in Chinese cursive script and half in Tibetan fancy script.

In addition, there are other miscellaneous Tibetan ethnic products...

But the bulk of the meal consisted of over 100 kilograms of yak meat, which was refrigerated and sealed, wrapped in thick plastic wrap and ice packs.

Ding Wenjie had indeed mentioned beforehand that he would send some yak meat back, but Ding Heng never expected it to be this much.

He quickly went online to check the price, and even at the most common market price, Tibetan yak meat would cost at least sixty yuan per kilogram.

This meat weighs over 100 jin (50 kg), so it must be worth at least 7,000 or 8,000 yuan. Moreover, judging from the color and texture of the meat, the quality is quite good; it's definitely not cheap.

Add to that the cost of cross-provincial express air freight and refrigeration, and it's probably more than ten thousand.

And then there's this high-priced barley wine and saffron...

Ding Heng touched his chin, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Dad struck it rich!?

His family's financial situation wasn't good enough to afford to spend tens of thousands of yuan to buy beef and have it flown back by air.

Besides, I'm going to university soon, wouldn't it be a waste to leave this excellent fresh beef at home?

Ding Heng took out his phone and sent a message to his father.

[Ding Heng]: Dad, how should we prepare the meat?

Less than two minutes after the message was sent, Ding Wenjie called directly.

"Take some for your grandparents, and share the rest. Give some to Teacher Li and Uncle Zhou's families too, don't be stingy."

"Okay, Dad, is there anything else you want to ask?"

"What's the matter?"

Am I going to become a rich kid?

"Stinky boy!"

Ding Wenjie laughed and cursed, with the sound of whistling wind in the background, as if they were on a grassland.

"Is the money enough? If not, just say so, don't beat around the bush."

"Enough, enough. I'm just curious. You said you were going to film Tibetan antelopes giving birth, which has been more than two months ago. Could it be that Tibetan antelopes are having difficult births this year?"

"And with all this stuff you bought, it must have cost a lot of money..."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"There's a lot going on here, I'll go back when it's all done."

Ding Wenjie's tone sounded normal, but he spoke much faster than usual.

"I'm hanging up, the signal is bad here."

"Beep-beep-"

The call was abruptly ended.

Ding Heng held his phone, lost in thought.

Not right.

Something's very wrong!

The old man seems to be experiencing some stress...

Chapter 46: Daily Life of Living Together (Part 2)