Although Lan Qingyue isn't particularly good at cooking elaborate meals, she can still cook simple, everyday dishes.

Back then, when she was only six or seven years old, she developed a strong interest in cooking. Her parents were worried that she would get hurt, so they wouldn't let her cook. She would throw a tantrum, but her parents couldn't persuade her otherwise, so they had to give in to her. Every night, she would carry a small stool to the stove and eagerly prepare dinner, waiting with a happy heart for her parents' praise. She would also receive a small reward—a dollar or two.

Back in the early 2000s, prices there weren't very high. You could buy a lollipop, a small bag of spicy strips, or a few Planet Cups for just one or two yuan. After eating them, you'd feel great all day.

Childhood is a time when we were so easily satisfied!

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Lan Qingyue's lips without her even realizing it. Suddenly, she received a video call from Qi Yu. Before she could even wipe the smile off her lips, Qi Yu on the other end was momentarily stunned.

Lan Qingyue was without makeup, lacking the charming and glamorous look she has when she's wearing makeup. In this state, she appeared even more innocent and youthful, especially with that genuine smile that added a lot of youthful energy.

Qi Yu was momentarily distracted, but quickly composed himself. He coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment, his deep voice revealing a gentleness he himself didn't realize, "What are you thinking about that makes you so happy?"

"Huh?" Lan Qingyue's smile froze on her lips. She blinked and replied, "No, Mr. Qi, are you home?"

"Um."

"oh."

What an awkward conversation! Lan Qingyue was so embarrassed that she dug her toes into the ground, but she was too embarrassed to hang up the phone.

He was acting so strange today. He suddenly appeared there, took her home, and even video-called her. Is this something a mature 30-year-old man would do?

"Just arrived," Qi Yu added.

“Well…” Lan Qingyue drawled out her words, then thought for a moment and said something considerate, “Then President Qi should get some rest. I won’t disturb you any longer.”

Just as she was about to hang up the phone quickly, Qi Yu spoke even faster than she could, interrupting her, "You don't have any work scheduled for tomorrow, so you can spend some quality time with your family."

Lan Qingyue: "!!!"

I didn't even know I had no plans for tomorrow, how did you know?

Oh dear, the next second she realized how stupid her question was, incredibly stupid. He was the big boss of a company, and everyone's arrangements were transparent to him. If he wanted to know whose arrangements were being made, it would be easy—just one phone call.

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Qi."

Lan Qingyue guessed that Lan Rongchang should be out soon. In order not to let him see her video chatting with Qi Yu, Lan Qingyue hurriedly said, "President Qi, I'll go get my dad dinner first. You get some rest. Good night." and hung up the phone.

After Lan Qingyue finished cutting the meat and putting it in the pot, she called Liu Liqi.

Liu Liqi seemed to have been waiting for her call. As soon as she answered, she started babbling on and on, “Oh, you little rascal, you finally called me! I’ve already had dinner, taken a shower, and am about to go to bed. Pregnant women are prone to sleepiness, you know? I was thinking of calling you before bed, but I was worried it might be inconvenient for you.”

Lan Qingyue asked in confusion, "Is there anything inconvenient?"

Liu Liqi clicked her tongue, her voice carrying a hint of sarcasm, "Lan Qingyue, how can you be so clueless? You're with Cousin Qi, how can I possibly call you? It's such a mood killer!"

Lan Qingyue: "!!!"