Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

The Spring Festival is just around the corner, and the air is filled with the festive atmosphere. As soon as the company gave her a holiday, Qiu Yingying packed away all her worries and put them away in her drawer. With a relaxed mood, she plunged into the kitchen of room 2204.

She was full of energy today, with her hair tied in a loose bun, wisps of hair gently swaying around her cheeks, making her look both neat and cute. She was wearing a black and white panda-themed loungewear set, with a round panda face printed on the chest and two swaying pandas on the pants, making her look like a giant plush toy as she walked.

Recently, her career as a food blogger has been booming, with her fan base growing rapidly. With the Lunar New Year approaching, she generously gave away many prizes to her fans, ranging from snack gift packs to homemade desserts, all of which were packed and sent out as promised. She was so busy that she barely had time to breathe, but she smiled like a little squirrel who had just stolen a piece of candy.

She bought a huge amount of ingredients, and the pots and pans clattered and rattled. The kitchen was steaming, and layers of delicious aromas wafted out.

In the casserole, tomato and beef brisket simmered and bubbled, the tomatoes turning a bright red and translucent, the beef brisket chunks stewed until tender but not mushy, the meat fibers trembling slightly when picked up with chopsticks; in the cast iron pot next to it, potato and pork rib stew emitted an enticing aroma, the potatoes soaking up the meat juices, their edges slightly translucent, the meat on the ribs easily tearing off; there was also a large plate of steamed scallops with garlic and vermicelli, the vermicelli soaked in garlic and seafood sauce, the scallop meat plump and tender, sprinkled with bright green scallions and a few red pepper strips, making one's mouth water just looking at it.

On the stove were freshly cooked braised chicken wings, their skin glossy and oily with an amber sheen, perfectly sweet and savory. Next to them was a plate of salt and pepper mantis shrimp, their shells fried until crispy, revealing snow-white shrimp meat inside with a gentle break. Sprinkled with salt and pepper and chili powder, the aroma was irresistible. In the corner, a plate of stir-fried broccoli was equally impressive, its vibrant green color crisp and refreshing, drizzled with a touch of oyster sauce, making it look incredibly appetizing.

To bring good luck for "abundance year after year," she also made a steamed sea bass. The fish was scored and topped with shredded ginger and scallions. After steaming, it was drizzled with hot oil and steamed fish soy sauce. The fish meat was white and tender, and it would fall apart at the touch of chopsticks. There was also a large bowl of clay pot rice with mushrooms and chicken. A layer of golden rice crust formed at the bottom of the pot. The rice absorbed the aroma of chicken and mushrooms, and the grains of rice were shiny as the steam rose.

She didn't forget dessert either. She baked a plate of honey butter roasted sweet potatoes, with a crispy outer skin and a soft, sweet, and sticky interior. You could see the flowing syrup inside when you scooped them out with a spoon. There was also a small dish of osmanthus-flavored lotus root, with thinly sliced ​​lotus root filled with glutinous rice and drizzled with osmanthus syrup. It was sweet but not cloying, with a faint fragrance of osmanthus.

"Dinner's ready!"

With her shout, the doors on the 22nd floor opened one after another.

Andy was the first to arrive. She came out of room 2201, wearing a simple off-white sweater, looking much gentler than usual. As soon as she entered, she was surrounded by the aroma and couldn't help but sniff. "Yingying, did you bring the whole market back?" she said with a smile as she walked into room 2204, helping to set the table with the dishes. Her movements were clean and efficient, showing that she was used to an organized life.

"Of course!" Qiu Yingying proudly raised her chin, and the little panda on her panda loungewear jiggled with her movements. "It's Chinese New Year, so it should be lively and festive." Her eyes sparkled as she spoke, and she was like a little sun, warming the surrounding air.

Qu Xiaoxiao then strolled out of room 2203, wearing a sparkly little dress and a lollipop dangling from her mouth. Her eyes lit up as soon as she entered: "Oh my, Little Qiu is so virtuous today? This table is so lavish!" She unceremoniously picked up a mantis shrimp and peeled it, her movements practiced and skillful. "Mmm! Fragrant! Crispy! Delicious!" Her tone carried her usual arrogance and cleverness, her eyes and brows brimming with undisguised pride.

Finally, there were the two from 2202—Guan Juer, carrying a small gift box, had a slightly helpless smile on her face. As soon as she entered, she was attracted by the aroma and couldn't help but whisper, "Wow, it smells so good." She spoke softly, like a well-behaved little rabbit, even carefully picking up food. Fan Shengmei, on the other hand, was still elegant and poised, but there was a hint of fatigue in her eyes, which she concealed well. Seeing the table full of dishes, she couldn't help but praise, "Yingying, your cooking is great! It looks so appetizing." She spoke with a bit of a bossy aura, yet she was also delicate and considerate.

As everyone entered room 2204, they took in the changes inside.

"Hey, Yingying, you've changed the style of your home's interior design again?" Guan Juer's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but look around.

The living room had been transformed into a European-style setting: the sofa was now a beige fabric one, covered with lace-trimmed cushions that looked soft and cozy; the coffee table was vintage-carved, paired with a gold-based lamp, the light casting a warm glow throughout the room; and the curtains were now heavy beige velvet, with delicate embroidery along the edges, creating a sense of ceremony when drawn.

"Wow, Little Earthworm, you really know how to live life!" Qu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but whistle. "This style is quite fashionable, much more mature than your previous cute style."

Andy nodded and looked around carefully: "The layout is very reasonable, the color scheme is also very comfortable, and it looks very warm." She rarely compliments people, but this time it was genuine.

Fan Shengmei smiled and said, "Yingying, you're getting better and better at taste. You manage your life so exquisitely. It's really great." She looked at the room's decor with a hint of envy in her eyes.

Qiu Yingying blushed at the praise and scratched her head shyly, "Hehe, I just wanted to change my mood. Also, I've been a food blogger lately, and I wanted to decorate my home nicer so that my videos would have a better quality." She spoke with a hint of pride, clearly satisfied with her work.

"Come, come, sit down!" Qiu Yingying greeted everyone. "We're celebrating the New Year early today!" As she spoke, she busied herself serving juice to everyone, acting as warmly as a hostess.

The table was laden with dishes, steaming hot and fragrant. The sisters sat together, and the atmosphere instantly became lively.

"Andy, where are you planning to go for the New Year?" Qiu Yingying asked while serving everyone food, and casually picked up a piece of beef brisket for Andy. "Try this, I stewed it for a long time." She is always sincere to her friends and wants to share her best things with them.

Andy took a bite, her eyes lighting up: "Mmm, delicious, very flavorful." She pursed her lips, a gentle smile in her eyes, "I made plans with Liang Jiaozhou to go to Yunnan." When she spoke of Liang Jiaozhou, her tone carried a softness she herself didn't realize, completely different from her usual calm and rational demeanor.

"Wow—!" Qiu Yingying's eyes lit up. "Yunnan! How romantic! Where are you going?"

"I plan to go to Kunming first, visit Dianchi Lake, and have some rice noodles," Andy said after thinking for a moment. "Then I'll go to Dali, see Erhai Lake, stay in the old town for a few days, and soak up the sun. After that, I'll go to Lijiang to experience the slow pace of life there. If I have enough time, I'd also like to go to Shangri-La; I've heard the snow-capped mountains are especially beautiful in winter." She spoke clearly and logically, and even her travel plans were well-organized, which was exactly her usual style.

"Wow, that sounds so comforting," Guan Juer said longingly, picking up a piece of vermicelli and scallop with her chopsticks. "This is so delicious." Her voice was soft, carrying a girlish yearning that made people want to protect her.

Qu Xiaoxiao pouted, "Tch, you people in love, you really know how to enjoy yourself. I'm doomed, I have to go home and keep my mother company." She complained, but her hands were busy peeling another mantis shrimp, her movements swift and efficient.

"Don't you hate it when your mom nags you?" Fan Shengmei asked with a smile, picking up a chicken wing for herself. Her words were teasing yet caring.

"I hate it as much as I hate it," Qu Xiaoxiao snorted, "My dad goes back to his hometown for Chinese New Year every year, leaving my mom all alone at home. I'm the only one who can keep her company." She spoke toughly, but a hint of tenderness was hidden in her eyes. Although she usually seemed carefree, she actually cared a lot about her family.

Everyone laughed, knowing that although she complained, she was actually very filial.

"Guan Guan, what about you?" Qiu Yingying asked again.

Guan Juer's smile vanished instantly, her face contorted in a grimace: "I... went home. And then, my mom arranged so many blind dates for me. So many..." As she spoke, she nearly collapsed onto the table. "I'm starting to despair." Her tone was tinged with grievance, like a kitten burdened with too many tasks by its owner.

"Haha, Guan Guan, you have to keep it up!" Qu Xiaoxiao laughed gleefully, peeling another mantis shrimp. That's just how she is; she's sharp-tongued, but deep down she really feels sorry for Guan Juer.

Qiu Yingying patted her chest confidently, "Don't worry, Guanguan, my parents definitely won't interfere! They're the most open-minded people!" She looked smug, as if to say, "I definitely won't go on blind dates." She always trusted her parents completely and always thought of things simply and beautifully.

However, she had no idea that while her family hadn't arranged any blind dates for her, an even bigger "surprise" was waiting for her.

"Sister Fan, what about you?" Guan Juer asked.

Fan Shengmei paused in her chopsticks, then smiled and said, "I... I'm not planning to go home. The company is paying triple pay for the New Year, so I'm going to stay and earn more." She spoke casually, but a complex emotion flickered in her eyes. She was always like this, bearing all the pressure herself.

"Huh? Aren't you going home?" Qiu Yingying asked, somewhat surprised.

Fan Shengmei smiled, saying nothing more, but a complex emotion flashed in her eyes. After a while, she leaned closer to everyone mysteriously: "And... I might be in a relationship recently." When she said this, her face had a girlish shyness, completely different from her usual capable demeanor.

"Wow--!"

"Really?!"

"Who is it?! Who is it?!"

The sisters immediately became excited and started asking questions all at once.

Fan Shengmei smiled and waved her hand, "It's a secret for now. I'll tell you when it's confirmed." Her smile carried a touch of girlish shyness, which made everyone even more curious.

The atmosphere at the dinner table grew increasingly lively. Everyone ate and chatted, sharing their New Year's plans, and bursting into laughter. The sweet aroma of braised chicken wings, the sweet and sour flavor of tomato beef brisket, the caramelized fragrance of mantis shrimp, and the fresh aroma of sea bass mingled together, filling the warm room with the scents of food and happiness.

The night outside the window gradually deepened, but inside the room it was warm and cozy.

"Come on, let's have a toast in advance—" Qiu Yingying raised her juice glass, her bun swaying gently with her movement, and the little panda on her panda loungewear seemed to be raising its glass as well.

"Happy New Year!"

The five cups clinked together, making a crisp sound, as if ringing out a bell of happiness for the new year.