Reborn in the 90s, tearing apart scumbag men for the sake of women.

Although the number of residents in this community is not large, people still pass by from time to time.

Song Lingge finally couldn't stand other people's stares and let go of Qiao Nansheng.

Her face flushed red, and she dared not look directly into Qiao Nansheng's eyes.

Seeing her shy expression, Qiao Nansheng found it both cute and funny.

You hugged him so tightly just now, didn't you feel embarrassed?

Qiao Nansheng pulled her towards the exit of the residential area. He had no interest in standing here as a thorn in his side and a source of gossip. He wanted to get Song Lingge away as soon as possible!

"Where are we going?" Song Lingge asked after they had walked quite a distance.

Qiao Nansheng was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his lips curled up into a mocking smile: "You don't even know where you're going and you're just following along. Aren't you afraid I'll sell you out?"

Song Lingge muttered, "If you're willing to part with it, then sell it!"

Qiao Nansheng tilted his head slightly toward her and said with a smile, "Then I really can't bear to part with it."

Being flirted with in public made Song Lingge a little uncomfortable, so after thinking for a moment, she changed the subject: "You still haven't said where you're going!"

She completely forgot that she was the one who had just gone astray.

Qiao Nansheng held up the box in front of her and waved it: "Didn't you see this box? I haven't had time to take it out to unlock it. I had some free time today, so I thought I'd take care of it first. I won't have as much time after I start working."

That box was the small box that Zhao Jueyu left for Song Lingge.

Hearing Qiao Nansheng's words, Song Lingge felt even worse.

Unlike them, Qiao Nansheng's internship has already been confirmed, and in a few days he will begin the grueling life of working nine to five.

It's impossible to stay together as carefree and free as we are now.

No wonder he wanted to be with her all the time, while she had forgotten and ignored him, only caring about her own affairs.

"How much longer until you go to work? How about I bring you food after you get to work?" Song Lingge suddenly had a whimsical idea.

In her past life, when Fang Guanghua took over the cement factory, it was precisely when Song Lingge's love for him was at its deepest. During their passionate romance, she would personally cook soup and deliver meals to Fang Guanghua.

Although Song Lingge's cooking skills are not as good as Song Jianmei's, they are still quite commendable.

She has too many things to do in this life and hasn't spent much time on them, but that doesn't mean she won't.

Qiao Nansheng didn't respond, but smiled and shook his head.

Song Lingge hurriedly explained, "You've eaten my cooking before, what's wrong? You didn't like it?"

Qiao Nansheng raised an eyebrow, somewhat conflicted: "It's not that I don't like it, it's just..."

"What is it?"

Song Lingge looked very anxious; she genuinely wanted to pay more attention to Qiao Nansheng now.

Qiao Nansheng stopped and looked at her seriously as she replied, "It's because my girlfriend is a celebrity now. I'm afraid that having you bring me food every day will attract attention. I don't want us to become monkeys in a zoo, being shown to people every day."

"How annoying!" Song Lingge complained, but she had to admit that Qiao Nansheng was right.

Fame brings many things, but it also takes away some of the simple happiness she has.

"So, when you have time, please cook me something delicious at home! I really miss your homemade sushi, your potato pancakes, and the dumplings from our great motherland..."

Every word and phrase is a memory.

"I have many other hidden menus, which I will show you one by one later."

Qiao Nansheng's smile widened: "When we were in the UK, I finally understood why you insisted on teaching me to cook. I was too stupid back then and didn't understand your good intentions."

That kind of culinary desert made life extremely difficult for him, a man with a truly Chinese palate.

In fact, besides Song Lingge, the motivation that lured Qiao Nansheng to quickly finish his studies and return to China was also his stomach.

"Now you know how to be grateful? Back then, who didn't want to learn?"

Qiao Nansheng tapped her head: "You're showing off again. I learned a lot in the UK too, my cooking skills aren't necessarily worse than yours, okay?"

Song Lingge winced in pain and said disdainfully, "You're the one who's showing off again. With your mediocre skills, you dare to compare yourself to me? I don't know who's being so arrogant."

“Fine, let’s find a time to have a competition,” Qiao Nansheng said, unconvinced.

"Let's not pick a time, let's just compete today." Song Lingge was even more unconvinced.

Both of them are people who get carried away easily, so they made a quick decision: they didn't even unlock the box, went home, and drove to the supermarket.

Before leaving, the two of them were in such a hurry that they told Hu Lixia and Lin Xiuzhi not to cook dinner.

They then took Lin Xiuzhi and Zhao Zhangguo to the Qin family before leaving.

"I wonder what these two kids are up to this time," Hu Lixia said with a smile, though she was happy to see the younger generation getting along well.

"Since they both want to show off their skills, let them. It'll be a good opportunity for us to relax a bit." Lin Xiuzhi trusted Song Lingge's cooking skills and wasn't worried about her granddaughter making a fool of herself. At least dinner was guaranteed.

Qin Rong also smiled and reassured her, "Nan Sheng made these for us when he was in England, so don't worry, they're edible."

After chatting and laughing for a while, Lin Xiuzhi, seeing that there were no outsiders present, slowly said, "The gifts you gave to Lingge are far too expensive..."

Hu Lixia interrupted, "We all like Lingge, and besides, she needs a car now. Don't keep worrying about this; our two families don't need to say such polite things."

Lin Xiuzhi slapped her hand and couldn't help but complain, "I haven't finished yet! You should change your impatient ways."

"Then tell me, I'm just worried that you're too sensitive and overthink things. We're getting older, we need to be more open-minded."

Lin Xiuzhi understood these principles perfectly well, but how could her family's situation allow them to think less about them?

Lin Xiuzhi thought it over carefully before speaking: "You've all met Lingge's father. I won't go into details about what he's like. Lingge has had a hard life, growing up with us two old folks and never experiencing fatherly love. Not only that, but that man even wanted to exploit her..."

Hu Lixia patted Lin Xiuzhi's hand, comforting her: "You're so sensitive, but you won't admit it. It's all in the past. Lingge is more open-minded than you are. What does it matter if she has a father's love or not? You've raised Lingge so well. How many parents with both children can raise such a good child?"

Qin Rong chimed in at the opportune moment: "Aunt Lin, don't worry, Guangzhi and I will treat Lingge like our own daughter."

As Lin Xiuzhi spoke, tears welled up in her eyes. She and Zhao Zhangguo were getting old, and they didn't know how much longer they could stay with Song Lingge. Their greatest wish was to see her with someone to take care of her.

Qiao Nansheng is undoubtedly the best choice.

The Qiao and Qin families will definitely treat her well.

"Grandma, we're back." Qiao Nansheng carried two large bags, and Song Lingge also carried one as she walked in.

To be honest, I can't guarantee how delicious it is, but the ingredients are really plentiful!