That night, Ye Qingqing was preoccupied with worries and only managed to doze off in the early hours of the morning, still having vivid dreams.

She dreamt of her mother, Xu Yali. Xu Yali's beautiful face was blurry, as if veiled, and she smiled slightly at her. Just like when she was a child, she happily rushed into Xu Yali's arms.

In her dream, her mother's embrace was as warm as she remembered, and it had a faint scent of face cream, the brand that Xu Yali loved to use; it smelled especially good.

But Ye Qingqing only asked one question, "Who is Gu Nianci?"

Xu Yali then disappeared and never appeared in my dreams again.

Ye Qingqing had a headache because she didn't sleep well last night. Fortunately, she was young and it was okay for her to not sleep well for one night. It was just that her dark circles were a bit scary and seriously affected her beauty.

Ye Qingqing spent a long time looking through the wardrobe, and all she found were red dresses; there were no other colors at all.

She's not as fixated on one color as she used to be. Red is still her favorite, but she wants to try other colors too. Wearing the same color every day can be visually tiring.

Ye Qingqing chose a pink maxi dress, a very refreshing color, with a few small white flowers on the hem. She paired it with a white shirt, tying the hem in a simple knot to create a fitted waist.

She twirled in front of the mirror; the clothes were beautiful, and she was even more beautiful. Ye Qingqing was very satisfied.

She planned to buy some more clothes and went out to get some fabric to have Lin Shufang make them. Lin Shufang was very skillful; she could knit sweaters, crochet tablecloths, and also crochet hats, clothes, shoes, bags, etc. Making clothes was a piece of cake for her.

Ye Qingqing felt that women of Lin Shufang's age were almost all skillful, good at needlework and cooking, and Shen Yanhong was no different; her skills were no worse than Lin Shufang's.

Although she didn't like Shen Yanhong, she had to admit that Shen Yanhong was quite skillful.

In the kitchen, Shen Yanhong was busy making breakfast. It was hot, and she was sweating profusely while making breakfast. Last night, Shen Yanhong cooked mung bean porridge and cooled it under a fan. She also boiled eggs and steamed a large basin of buns that she had brought back from the canteen.

Ye Qingqing peeled an egg, but didn't eat it; instead, she kept rolling it under her eyes.

Shen Yanhong's teeth ached from looking at it; an egg cost five cents!

"Qingqing, why are you rolling eggs in your eyes? Don't waste them!" Shen Yanhong couldn't help but say.

"You didn't sleep well, you have dark circles under your eyes." Ye Qingqing switched the egg to the other eye and continued rolling it; the once white and tender egg had changed color.

"Rolling an egg around your eyes a few times can get rid of dark circles? This is the first time I've ever heard of this."

Shen Yanhong didn't believe it at all. She thought Ye Qingqing was deliberately trying to ruin the food and go against her.

She boils eggs by the number of people, one for each person. Ye Hua got two, and Ye Qingqing wasted one now. She'll definitely try to steal her son's eggs later. That brat is just that wicked.

"There are many things you haven't heard of!"

Ye Qingqing retorted, saying that she had already rolled the egg in her eye and felt much better. She threw the egg on the table, knowing that an egg that had been rolled in her eye was definitely inedible.

Shen Yanhong was choked by the egg on the table, which stung her eyes. How could she just throw away a perfectly good egg like that? That brat was deliberately wasting her money!

"These eggs are perfectly fine, why aren't you eating them?" Shen Yanhong said deliberately.

Ye Qingqing picked up the now-dirty egg, handed it to Shen Yanhong, and said sincerely, "Here, have some!"

Shen Yanhong's chest heaved, and she turned her head away. If she kept looking, she wouldn't even need to eat breakfast.

Ye Qingqing snorted softly, put the egg back on the table, and peeled another egg. Shen Yanhong felt a sting in her heart, but she held back and didn't say anything, lest she get angry to death.

"Dad, Grandma's arriving this afternoon. Xiaotong and I are going to pick her up. Can you give me some money for a taxi?" Ye Qingqing held out her hand for money.