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

Ding Heng stopped arguing with her and began to focus on preparing the ingredients at hand.

Long He didn't leave, but instead moved closer.

"I'll help too."

"You can?"

"If you don't know how, you can learn."

As soon as Long He joined in, the kitchen erupted in the clatter of pots and pans, interspersed with the occasional conversation between the two.

Did you peel the garlic?

"Peeling it, peeling it."

Could you hand me that fish?

Which one?

"That one, the biggest one."

"Oh...ouch, it's so slippery."

"Keep your hand steady, don't drop it."

"I know, I know... Oh dear!"

"..."

"I didn't mean to..."

"Alright, alright, let me handle it."

"No way! I absolutely refuse to eat what's served to me today!"

"..."

The two had experienced similar conversations countless times when they were children.

The aroma in the kitchen grew stronger and stronger.

Long He stood by the stove, watching Ding Heng skillfully toss the wok, feeling inexplicably dazed.

She remembered many years ago, in Ding Heng's small kitchen, he would stand in front of the stove and cook her a plate of fried rice.

They were all still young then.

Back then, everything was still very simple.

What are you thinking about?

Ding Heng's voice pulled her back to reality.

"nothing."

Long He shook his head: "It just feels like... it's been a long time since I've felt like this."

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but simply scooped the stir-fried shrimp into a plate and handed it to her.

"Take it over there."

"Ah."

The two served the dishes one by one. It wasn't as lavish as the arrangement made by Butler Chen last night, but it was enough for a meal.

Longhe sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and put a shrimp in his mouth.

"Um……"

"How about it?"

"It's alright... just so-so."

Ding Heng chuckled but didn't expose her.

With his current physical control, he can handle both seasoning and cooking time perfectly. While he may not be on par with top chefs, the taste will certainly not be bad.

Longhe burped after eating his fill, then picked up the lemonade beside him and took a sip.

"Ding Heng".

"Ok?"

"Tell me... if I hadn't become a star, could we brothers have lived like this for the rest of our lives?"

"Why is it always 'what if'..."

Ding Heng had heard Long He propose a certain hypothesis more than once.

He sighed and replied.

"There are no 'what ifs' anymore. Even if you choose to become a celebrity, we'll still sit down and eat together, won't we?"

Long He lowered his head and remained silent.

Although I can still sit down and eat with my brothers now, there are too many things to worry about.

"but……"

Ding Heng looked up and smiled at her: "It's not bad now, at least I can still mooch a seafood feast from my brother, right?"

Long He glanced at Ding Heng's somewhat frivolous smile and suddenly burst out laughing as well.

"Too."

She picked up her chopsticks again, took a mantis shrimp, and continued peeling it.

Everything comes at a price. In their small house in Xingcheng, the two of them could only afford fried rice with eggs, but now they can enjoy a seafood feast.

"You'll have to make it for me again from now on."

"Sure, as long as you pay."

"We're brothers, why are we talking about money?"

"Even close brothers should keep their accounts clear..."

"Hmph! How tacky."

Long He hummed a complaint.

In any case, at least now she can provide the material life her brother desires.

Willingly...

Chapter 338: Dealing with the Kitten's Household Affairs

After finishing their trip to Southeast Asia, Long He and his team returned to Changsha to prepare for the recording of the penultimate episode of "Singer," which was also the last episode before the finale.

Ding Heng did not take Longhe's private plane, but instead bought a ticket for a regular flight.

Long He didn't say much about it, only sending Ding Heng a message before he boarded the plane.

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: Tell me when you get off the plane.

Ding Heng: Yes, boss!

[Ding Heng]: Boss, don't worry, I guarantee it won't interfere with work.

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: [Milk dragon staring.jpg]

As the plane landed in Xingcheng and Ding Heng walked out of the airport, he saw Zhao Yanxi in the distance.

The moment Zhao Yanxi spotted Ding Heng, she immediately smiled and quickly went to greet him.

"Brother Ding Heng!"

She grabbed Ding Heng's arm and pressed herself against him, saying, "I missed you so much!"

Ding Heng caught her and teased, "I've only been gone for three or four days, do you think I'm that way?"

"Of course!"

Zhao Yanxi looked up and said with a smile, "How could a kitten not miss its owner?"

Ding Heng grinned mischievously: "How did the mission go?"

Zhao Yanxi let go of Ding Heng, cutely poked her fingers, and stammered for a long time.

"Um... Brother Ding Heng... please give me some more time... I... I haven't found the right opportunity yet..."

"Alright, alright, I won't make things difficult for you."

Ding Heng reached out and ruffled her hair before striding forward.

He never expected Zhao Yanxi to complete the so-called task; he just wanted to let her process her thoughts slowly to avoid embarrassment later.

Zhao Yanxi breathed a sigh of relief, took Ding Heng's arm again, and snuggled close to him affectionately.

Back in the car, Ding Heng had Zhao Yanxi drive while he took a moment to send a message to Long He and casually asked her something.

"Yan hope, what are your plans for your senior year?"

"Brother Ding Heng, can you arrange something for me? I'll do whatever you say."

For Zhao Yanxi, her entire life was basically tied to Ding Heng, and she believed that Ding Heng could plan a bright future for her.

Ding Heng pondered for a moment.

"How about the week after next? You and Wenjing can come with me to Hong Kong for a while and maybe do an internship."

"Why the week after next? Can't it be this week?"

"I have to finish the competition with Longhe first..."

Ding Heng gave a natural answer, and Zhao Yanxi's expression collapsed.

She pouted, looking unhappy, and started the car, driving out of the parking lot.

Ding Heng asked curiously, "Why do you always pick on Long He? In the future, we'll be a family. One more or one less of her won't make a difference."

Zhao Yanxi muttered, "It's clearly her who's always picking on me..."

"Okay, okay, I'll talk to her about it later."

Ding Heng didn't argue with her and started by trying to appease her.