When Ye Mingcheng returned with breakfast, he saw Ye Qingqing smiling and knew she must have seen the newspaper. He smiled and said, "Heaven has eyes! Evil has its retribution. Qingqing, come and eat!"

"Fried dough sticks, is it sweet soy milk?" Ye Qingqing exclaimed happily.

But she was secretly very pleased with herself; she was the one who had seen the light of day!

Ye Mingcheng was much fatter than when he was at the temple, and his spirits were much stronger, with a ruddy complexion. He looked at Ye Qingqing with affection, placed breakfast on the table, and said with a smile, "I know you have to have sweet soy milk with fried dough sticks. Eat up. Where are Xiaotong and Wuchen?"

"Wuchen took Xiaotong for a run, I'm going to eat first!"

Ye Qingqing sat down. When she was in a good mood, she had a good appetite. Moreover, the breakfast shop at the entrance of the alley was an old brand that had been selling breakfast since before the liberation. It had been passed down from grandfather to son and from son to grandson for decades. The fried dough sticks, steamed buns and soy milk tasted extremely authentic, and many people would come from far away to eat there!

Moreover, Ye Qingqing has a peculiar habit: she must have savory soy milk with soup dumplings and fried dough sticks, but she must have sweet soy milk with fried dough sticks. She breaks the crispy and golden fried dough sticks into pieces, soaks them in soy milk, and eats them in one bite after they have softened.

Sweet, soft, fragrant, and crispy... It's indescribably delicious. Soaking it like this, Ye Qingqing can eat two big fried dough sticks. She never gets tired of it.

Ye Mingcheng's eyes were filled with love. He didn't eat himself, but just watched Ye Qingqing eat. As he watched, his eyes welled up with tears.

Not only does her daughter look like Ya-li, but she also has the same eating habits. Ya-li especially loves to eat sweet soy milk with fried dough sticks, just like Yeh Ching-ching.

"Eat more, I bought a lot, you've lost weight."

After Ye Qingqing finished eating a fried dough stick, Ye Mingcheng hurriedly handed her one, hoping that Ye Qingqing could eat her way to a big fat person.

In the eyes of their own parents, their daughter will always be a slender little cotton-padded jacket, even if she has become so fat that she is unsightly.

Ye Qingqing touched her round chin. Her father wasn't afraid of being struck by lightning for saying such things. With her father's nourishing soup, she even gained three pounds during the college entrance examination!

"Dad, when are you going to take your certification exam?" Ye Qingqing asked with concern.

"There are still two months left in the second half of the year (don't worry about the exact time)." Ye Mingcheng was a little worried, not because he lacked confidence, but because he was afraid of making a mistake during the exam. If he failed this year, he would have to wait another year.

The biggest problem is that he can no longer open a clinic and practice medicine. Pingjiang is not like Tiedan's hometown, where the villagers are simple and honest and don't know anything about medical qualifications. They just want to be able to cure diseases. But Pingjiang is a big city where everything is done according to the rules. He must pass the exam to practice medicine.

"Dad will definitely pass the exam," Ye Qingqing said confidently.

Ye Mingcheng is a top student from Pingjiang Medical University and has nearly 20 years of medical experience. He has no problem with either theory or practice, and obtaining the qualification certificate will be a piece of cake.

"Thank you for your kind words!" Ye Mingcheng said with a smile.

With his daughter's encouragement, he became even more confident.

No matter what, he had to pass the exam. He had three children to support, and he had to take on the responsibility of providing for his family and creating a comfortable material life for his children, especially Qingqing and Wuchen.

A girl's dowry is essential for her future marriage, and it must be substantial; otherwise, her husband's family will definitely look down on her.

He needs to work hard to earn money!

The headline about Ye Yuanhao's sudden death quickly swept across the city. Almost everyone knew that a wealthy young man from Hong Kong had contracted AIDS and died at the entrance of a hotel, which was incredibly unlucky.

Ye Yuanxiu, who was working in Pingjiang, naturally saw the newspaper. His first reaction was that it was a false report. Ye Yuanhao was receiving treatment in the United States, so how could he have died in Pingjiang?