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

It was a very enjoyable lunch, and everyone ate to their heart's content.

"Lingge, where did you learn all this?" Zhao Zhangguo asked while wiping his mouth.

If he wasn't worried about indigestion, he would definitely have eaten more. Luckily it was lunch, so he was able to eat so much.

However, his question stumped Song Lingge. She couldn't very well say that she learned it after becoming a mother in the 21st century!

"I read it in a book and tried to do it myself. It turned out pretty good, right?"

Lin Xiuzhi finished another sushi.

"It's not just similar, it's exactly the same as what I used to eat."

Oh no, I almost forgot, Lin Xiuzhi lived a simple life when she was young.

"That means I have a real talent for cooking. My grandma is a great cook, my mom is an amazing cook, and even my aunt owns a restaurant. It's clear that our family has this kind of talent."

This all makes sense, so it seems that Song Lingge's talent extends beyond just cooking.

"Since we've had such a lavish meal, I'll do the dishes today!" Qiao Nansheng offered.

Song Lingge did not refuse; she had more important things to do and could not waste time.

"I left some sushi in the cupboard for you to take back for Professor Qin and the others to try."

I didn't expect Song Lingge to have even considered this.

Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi exchanged glances again. If Song Lingge's boyfriend was Qiao Nansheng, they would naturally be quite satisfied.

"How could you order Nansheng around like that? You're washing with him."

Lin Xiuzhi naturally had to put in a lot of effort to bring them together.

Having received her grandmother's instructions, Song Lingge had no choice but to go, even though she was very unwilling.

However, she stood in the kitchen without helping Qiao Nansheng wash the dishes; she just stood there, glaring at him with a hint of resentment.

"I don't know what kind of spell you cast on your grandparents, why are they helping you so much?"

After washing the last bowl, Qiao Nansheng splashed the water from his hands onto Song Lingge's face.

"What are you doing?" This is dishwater, and Song Lingge wiped her face vigorously with disgust.

Qiao Nansheng suddenly moved closer to her, and the distance between them suddenly became excessively close and ambiguous. Song Lingge's face instantly turned as red as the fruit that had just been placed on the table after dinner—a red apple.

Song Lingge quickly pushed him away: "Hurry up and take your sushi home, I'm busy!"

Qiao Nansheng grabbed the woman who was trying to escape from the kitchen and said with a smile, "Why are you always trying to get rid of me today? Have you forgotten something?"

Song Lingge was a little confused.

"The box your aunt gave you is still at my grandparents' house. Do you want to go get it now?"

I've been so busy these past few days that I completely forgot about this.

"Go ahead, and after you take the sushi back, please get it for me too. I really have something to do. I trust you, please."

Although it belonged to her mother, Song Lingge felt very reassured if she entrusted matters to Qiao Nansheng.

So she asked Qiao Nansheng for help, but unknowingly her words were filled with a coquettish tone.

Qiao Nansheng's Adam's apple bobbed unnaturally: "Alright! I'll bring it back to you later."

"Qiao Nansheng, you're so kind! Thank you!"

We all know each other so well now. Song Lingge poured herself a glass of water and ran upstairs.

Qiao Nansheng was left alone in the kitchen, reminiscing about the woman who had just been acting coquettishly towards him.

Although Lin Xiuzhi and Zhao Zhangguo were watching TV in the living room, their eyes were constantly on the movements in the kitchen.

Song Lingge ran upstairs in a flash, but she didn't see Qiao Nansheng for a long time.

Lin Xiuzhi quietly walked over and saw a young man standing in the kitchen, looking dazed.

"Nan Sheng?"

Qiao Nansheng was awakened, smiled apologetically at Lin Xiuzhi, picked up the food box prepared by Song Lingge, and prepared to go home.

When people feel awkward, their first reaction is to run away.

Qiao Nansheng went home, put down the food box, and prepared to complete the task assigned by Song Lingge.

"Brother, where are you going again? You haven't played with us in ages." The Qin family's two little devils are here again.

"I have something to do. I'll play with you guys when I'm done!"

Hu Lixia picked up a piece of sushi and fed it to Qin Zihan, saying with a smile, "Can't you shut your mouths up even with good food? Where is Nansheng going?"

“Lingge forgot her things at her grandparents’ house. I’ll go get them for her.”

After Qiao Nansheng finished speaking, he left. To him, the Qin family was like a hotel.

A grown son is no longer meant to be kept at home!

"What is this? It's so delicious!" Qin Zihan exclaimed excitedly.

Hu Lixia picked up another one and fed it to him.

"Grandma, you've already fed Zihan the second one, and I haven't even had one yet!" Qin Zichen shouted unhappily.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Grandma made a mistake. Here's one for you."

The Qin family is really lively.

But they're all a bunch of rascals. It would be perfect if they had a well-behaved granddaughter!

After Qiao Nansheng got his driver's license, he used the car more and more frequently during this period.

I'm used to having someone chattering around me, so being alone now feels a bit lonely.

He heard from Yu Dezhi that he and Song Lingge had both been selected as exchange students, and he was filled with anticipation for the future, thinking that the two of them could go abroad together.

They quickly obtained Zhao Jueyu's small box and drove back to Zhao's house without stopping.

He is really crazy.

Back at the Zhao family home, Lin Xiuzhi said that Song Lingge hadn't come down since she went upstairs after lunch.

Qiao Nansheng carried the suitcase upstairs.

The parade was incredibly crowded. Looking at her former best friend who had become a princess, Lan Wei felt betrayed and rushed into the procession...

Song Lingge quickly covered the computer screen with her hand.

"What are you doing?" Song Lingge felt like she was going to die when someone read it out loud.

"I'd like to ask you what you're doing? Are you writing a novel?" Qiao Nansheng was a little skeptical; it did indeed look a bit like a novel.

Having been exposed, Song Lingge simply stopped trying to cover it up and openly admitted it.

"Yes, I want to make writing my life's work."

“Great! I’ll be your first reader!”

Song Lingge's eyes lit up: "You think it's feasible?"

Qiao Nansheng nodded: "Being a writer is a good thing. I look forward to reading your masterpiece. If you become rich and powerful, don't forget me. What kind of content do you plan to write?"

"I wrote a story about a real and a fake princess. Do you find it interesting?"

Song Lingge vaguely remembered that the novel was adapted into a TV series back then, which became a huge hit.

Let her take advantage of this opportunity and let her career soar to new heights!

Of course, she would revise many plot points, after all, she was a seasoned bookworm who had read a great many novels back in the day.

"I don't understand either. I'll take a look after you finish writing. By the way, you brought your box back."

Song Lingge took the box. Not having a key was a problem, and she didn't want to force it open, since it was Zhao Jueyu's keepsake.

Watching her stuff the box into the cabinet, Qiao Nansheng asked suspiciously, "Aren't you going to open it and take a look?"

"There's no key! We'll look for it again when we find it!"

Since Zhao Jueyu didn't take it back from the Zhao family, it probably wasn't anything important.

"Lingge, answer the phone."