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

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As she finished speaking, she gave Zhao Yanxi a special glance.

Zhao Yanxi seemed not to understand at all and sat down next to Ding Heng.

She said again, "We haven't had any guests at home in a long time, Xiao Jingjing, why don't you cook a couple more dishes?"

Longhe tightened his grip on the chopsticks slightly.

You brat, are you never going to stop?

Zhao Yanxi ignored him and obediently served soup to Ding Heng, showing no sign of deliberately targeting him.

Long He couldn't afford to lose his temper over a title, so he pretended not to hear it.

Wenjing asked, "Can you eat spicy food?"

"Yes, a little spiciness is fine."

"Then let's try this."

Wenjing turned a plate of Hunan-style spicy chicken in front of Longhe: "Yanxi and Huaqing can't handle spicy food very well, so I made a small amount today, which should be just right."

"Thank you."

Longhe picked up a piece and tasted it, his eyes brightening slightly.

She genuinely praised it, saying, "It's delicious."

"Eat more if you like."

Wenjing smiled gently and served her another bowl of soup: "But you're a singer, so you shouldn't eat too much spicy food at night, or you'll feel uncomfortable."

Such a meticulous attitude made Long He a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, I don't have any formal performances recently."

"We also need to be careful with our voices during program rehearsals."

"You know I've been rehearsing lately?"

"I've been reading your fan page."

"Forehead……"

"Don't mind it, we're all your fans."

Wenjing politely complimented, "Your song in the final was really good. Yanxi dragged us all to vote for you that night, and we listened to it on repeat at home for several days afterward."

Long He was startled and subconsciously turned to Zhao Yanxi, his expression one of surprise.

Zhao Yanxi ate in silence, without arguing.

Long He slightly suppressed his hostility: "Thank you."

Zhao Yanxi lowered her head and drank her soup: "Give Ding Heng some face."

That's what he said, but his tone wasn't as sarcastic as before.

Just as Long He was about to say something more, he suddenly noticed out of the corner of his eye that Ding Heng was reaching for the spicy chicken with his chopsticks.

Before they even touched it, Wenjing gently blocked it with serving chopsticks.

"Drink the soup first."

"why?"

"You haven't eaten anything all day, so don't eat anything too spicy on an empty stomach."

Although she knew Ding Heng had an extraordinary physique, Wen Jing still showed him no shortage of care and concern.

Ding Heng didn't argue and obediently picked up the soup bowl. Wen Jing then served him more food.

"Here you go, this is your favorite cilantro beef. The beef is from Aunt Quzhen's ranch and was specially air-freighted here—it's so fresh!"

"Eat by yourself, don't treat me like a child."

Ding Heng pinched the little rabbit's cheek, his tone both affectionate and helpless.

Zhao Yanxi chuckled to herself, while Hua Qing seemed unsurprised.

Clearly, similar scenarios happen quite often.

Long He ate his food silently, but the discomfort he felt resurfaced.

At least in her memory, her brother never seemed to eat cilantro.

But that was all in the past.

She knew nothing about what dishes Ding Heng liked to eat, what illnesses he had, what time he went to bed at night, or what time he got up in the morning over the years.

On the contrary, the girls in front of him knew his habits from recent years like the back of their hand.

Wenjing, in particular, almost took care of Ding Heng as a life instinct.

Compared to Zhao Yanxi, who always clung to Ding Heng, she was inconspicuous, yet she made Long He even more uncomfortable.

Seeing Ding Heng pick up a piece of fish, Long He couldn't help but ask curiously, "You're eating fish again?"

Ding Heng responded with a wry smile: "It's been so long..."

"Didn't Brother Ding Heng eat fish before?"

Zhao Yanxi immediately became interested.

Do you remember the first day you met Ding Heng, the three of them ate fish?

Long He pointed at the fish on the table with his chopsticks: "Ding Heng choked on a fish bone when he was a child, and he didn't touch fish for several years afterward."

"I don't remember."

Ding Heng looked doubtful: "Is that so?"

"Of course! That day you cried so hard your nose was running, and you insisted that you would never eat fish again. Auntie tried to comfort you for a long time, but it was no use."

Long He seemed to have finally won a round: "You had a lot of embarrassing things to do when you were a child, it's normal that you don't remember them."

Wenjing just smiled and placed a piece of fish belly into Ding Heng's bowl.

"This one has no thorns."

Ding Heng lowered his head and started eating, and Long He's smugness vanished instantly.

After she finished telling Ding Heng's embarrassing childhood story, Wenjing immediately cleaned up the fish bones.

Zhao Yanxi couldn't help but say sarcastically, "Xiao Jingjing is usually too good at taking care of people, which has spoiled Brother Ding Heng."

"Eat your food."

Wenjing also picked up a piece of pork rib for her.

"Oh."

Zhao Yanxi obediently lowered her head.

Longhe felt increasingly uneasy.

She found that the only things she could repeatedly mention were things from her childhood.

But what Zhao Yanxi and the others were talking about was Ding Heng's current life.

A friendship of over twenty years sounds impressive.

If you think about it carefully, the days when the two of them actually spent every day together were mostly during their innocent childhood.

After entering puberty, Ding Heng made friends with people like Xie Baoyang, but she had no life of her own and kept clinging to Ding Heng.

It's just that Ding Heng spoils her...

Ding Heng suddenly spoke up: "What are you thinking about?"

"nothing."

Long He lowered her head and ate her rice. Ding Heng took the opportunity to put a prawn into her bowl, his eyes also showing a bit of doting affection.

"Try this, it should suit your taste."

Long He remembers everything about Ding Heng from his childhood, so how could Ding Heng forget her?

"I can use it myself."

Longhe complained, but he didn't return the prawns.

The longer the meal went on, the more Longhe felt superfluous.

There isn't always a lot to talk about among a group of people; sometimes they even eat separately, and the table remains quiet for a long time.

The topics of conversation were all trivial and ordinary, and it was precisely this ordinariness that made it so difficult to break into the conversation.

Long He realized that since it was his first time here, he could only be a guest.

No matter how much she emphasizes that she has known Ding Heng for over twenty years, it doesn't change the fact.

After finishing her meal, Wen Shu finally found an opportunity to cautiously inquire.

"Sister Longhe, can I take a picture with you later?"

"sure."

Longhe readily agreed, adopting a business-like attitude: "A few copies are fine, do you want me to sign them or something?"

"Really?"

Wen Shu's eyes lit up: "Thank you, Sister Long He!"

"We're all family, there's nothing to thank us for."

Despite his words, Longhe had no real confidence.

Are they really one of us...?

He patiently took a photo with Wen Shu and signed her autograph.