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Cheng Xuran was lying on the bed looking at her phone, smiling, feeling a little disappointed for no reason. She typed something to say, but in the end deleted every sentence.

Isn't he busy now that he just got home... I guess he doesn't have time to read the news.

just forget it.

Two new messages suddenly popped up at this moment.

[A certain big star doesn’t want to make a sound when he gets home? 】

[Be more conscientious. 】

Private letter.

Song Yanqing.

Cheng Xuran read it twice, laughed muffledly, buried his face in the warm pillow, and typed briskly: [We're home. 】

[Everything goes well, but the pillows at home are softer. Let’s sit and wait for dinner! 】

Cheng Xuran added: [Probably better than you in craftsmanship]

Song Yanqing: [? 】

Song Yanqing: [Okay, don’t come here to eat for food in the future. 】

Cheng Xuran: [You can take advantage of me. 】

[Are you home yet? You must be tired from driving for so long. 】

Cheng Xuran was lying on the bed, with his legs swaying slightly, lazily and softly.

Song Yanqing's side showed that it was inputting for two seconds.

Only two short words.

【good. 】

Cheng Xuran wanted to say something, but there was a knock on the door, and her mother shouted: "Xuran, come out and serve the food!"

"Oh, okay!" Cheng Xuran gave up for the time being, got out of bed, and muttered, "This is too fast..."

The dishes cooked by her mother were very sumptuous, with ten dishes in total. Cheng Xuran said that with this style, there would not be more than twenty dishes for the New Year.

Her mother gave her a scolding look: "You can eat it if you want, you can have a full banquet with Han Chinese." Cheng Xuran sighed, "That's fine too."

Under her coat, she wore a khaki short top and denim retro wide-leg pants. They were very textured and the fabric was soft. The heating at home was turned on enough, so she didn’t feel cold at all. Her mother said that at this time of year, she still wore so little. Cheng Xuran shook his head: "You don't understand, this is fashion."

"I see you are standing and talking, your back doesn't hurt!" Her mother patted her exposed waist and said, "Change it for me quickly. Don't wear this to eat."

Cheng Xuran didn't care, it wasn't for watching at home, so he smiled and said, "I'll serve you the food."

"Don't serve this, it's hot." Bai Feiyu said, handing her a small plate of peanuts, "You serve this."

Cheng Xuran: "I seem to be five years old this year."

Bai Feiyu: "Farewell, three and a half years old."

Cheng Xuran returned angrily and went to change clothes, otherwise he wouldn't be able to go to the dinner table.

"Stop." Cheng Xuran stood at the dining table with his cell phone, stretched out his hand and made a pause gesture.

She changed into a white sweater, the simplest style, without any modifications. She wore it to give her a natural and feminine look. She put a white hairpin on her head and pinned up all the broken hair. She didn't care about her image at home.

"I'll take a photo first to record the success of my great mother."

Dad waved his hand: "This is flattery, I won't say anything."

"I wish my parents good health and a long life, and I also wish Comrade Bai Feiyu that he will become the captain of the aircraft as soon as possible!" Cheng Xuran rolled his eyes and raised his wine in a toast.

"Cheers, cheers."

"Cheers, your words are worth it. I hope you can take my flight back to Nanqiao."

Cheng Xuran laughed.

The meal was very enjoyable. Everyone chatted about the past two years, mostly about Yuncheng. Cheng Xuran was quite curious, listened carefully, and raised a toast to celebrate.

"Can you drink?" Bai Feiyu looked at her, worried, "Don't drink too much."

"How do you think I'm alive today?"

"Do you think I can guess it correctly?"

"I won't play such childish games with you."