Chaochao, eagerly awaiting an answer, didn't notice her brothers behind her, who were breaking down in all sorts of bizarre ways. Yu Ning, who could see everything clearly, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The initial nervousness I felt upon arriving in this new place has dissipated considerably.

I almost forgot, she's someone who's being cared about now.

With the pressure suddenly relieved, Yu Ning let out a breath, coughed lightly, and then quietly straightened her back. "My favorite food is... sticky rice ribs."

May I?

This was a question she had asked her mother since she was little, asking it over and over again, waiting, and then never asking it again. She thought it would fade with time, but in fact, like silt carried by flowing water, it piled up into a silt called obsession.

May I?

Almost the instant she finished speaking, those three words popped into Yu Ning's mind, like a ingrained childhood reflex, filled with embarrassment, inferiority, and unease.

"Spare ribs are great!! Spare ribs are super delicious!!"

It was a completely different answer from the past.

Yu Ning suddenly felt that everything had settled down.

Upon hearing the name of the dish, Chaochao's eyes lit up instantly, and she even excitedly rushed forward to hug the girl, giving half of the original 100% shrimp brain to Yu Ning.

Oh my god, how did my sister know she wanted to eat ribs?! My sister is so sweet!!!

System: ...That's because you like to eat everything, little one!

After holding Chaochao for a short while, she immediately let go. Her baby voice rang out very quickly, but she waved her little hand in a serious manner, like a little deliveryman who always gets things done: "Found it! I'll go prepare it right away!"

Before she could finish speaking, she turned and ran away.

Everyone assumed she ran straight to the kitchen, but the hurried little girl suddenly braked when she was still twenty meters away. A large cabinet behind her blocked her view, so the others in the living room couldn't see her sudden movement.

Chaochao plopped down on the floor and pulled open the second-to-last drawer, which was marked with cute bunny stickers.

"Spare ribs, spare ribs, glutinous rice spare ribs..."

The little dumpling muttered rapidly to himself, as if afraid of forgetting, took out a small notebook from the drawer, then took out his paintbrush, bent over and lay on the ground, and began to scribble on the notebook.

"Sister Yu Ning... her favorite... is glutinous rice ribs..."

Chaochao shook her head and put down her brush, then picked up her sketchbook and admired her masterpiece with great satisfaction, so she wouldn't forget it!

The system stared at the square, afro-like hairstyle. "...What are those rings on the outside?"

I can vaguely guess what it is, but I'm just not sure...

"Of course, it's soft glutinous rice!"

Chaochao patiently answered the system's questions (crossed out, questioned) with a puzzled look. After finishing, she glanced back at her own drawing, and her confidence, which had dropped to 99%, instantly returned to full strength.

It's a perfect copy of the glutinous rice and pork ribs drawing! It's exactly the same! Yeah, Dad will definitely praise her for drawing so well!

"Xiaoqi, have you never tried glutinous rice spare ribs before?"

Chaochao put down her sketchbook and sighed. She thought this possibility was quite reasonable—or rather, to be precise, Xiaoqi wouldn't be able to eat anything delicious. She asked worriedly, "Should I cook you a bowl of ribs?"

But if it's like that, it seems like you can only eat the burnt flavor...

The system quickly stopped them: "No need, no need, even if you burn it, I won't be able to eat it."

...Wait a minute! Shouldn't it be explaining that it's not even down there at all?!

Having missed the best opportunity to clarify, the system could only listen to the little dumpling regretfully closing the drawer, "Alright, Xiao Qi, just tell me what you want, and Chao Chao will burn it all for you..."

"Waaaaah, Chaochao baby, you're so good to Xiaoqi!"

Just because of what the little one said, it would be willing to go to the underworld.

The system was overwhelmed with gratitude, but it stopped three seconds later when the little dumpling tentatively asked, feigning nonchalance: "It's just... it's those things that can't be burned, could you give them to me..."

The system abruptly stopped: "…………Uh?"

The other party withdrew a touching message.

"Auntie, auntie! I'd like another one of those sweet and fragrant glutinous rice ribs!"

Chaochao carefully wrote everything down in her little notebook. When she excitedly returned to the kitchen, she immediately discovered that there was another person inside—an uncle she had never seen before.

The hurried pace instantly turned cautious and slow. The little girl finally stopped and stood there, looking up at the man with curiosity and a hint of wariness that was clearly visible.

This isn't someone coming to her house to steal vegetables, is it?

But the next second, her little nose twitched like a dog's.

Aunt Ning was preparing the side dishes when she heard Chaochao's voice. She washed her hands and turned around, "Okay, Auntie's making the ribs right away... Oh, by the way, Chef Pan from Songhong is coming too—"

Because there were so many guests at the house today, Aunt Ning directly called on Chef Pan, one of the Huo family's former personal chefs and the head chef of the Songhong Five-Star Hotel, to help out.

But as soon as she turned her head, she found that the place where the little dumpling's baby voice had come from was now empty, and the person who should have been standing there had somehow moved to Chef Pan's side.

"It smells so good..."

Chaochao stood a little behind him, her slightly tipsy almond-shaped eyes gazing blankly at the pot emitting the steaming aroma of food, tears of longing almost welling up in her eyes.

This was a far cry from the imposing demeanor he displayed just moments before when checking on suspected vegetable thieves.

Oh, it's the uncle who came to cook for her. He must be a good person.

Chef Pan finally noticed a little dumpling quietly swallowing its saliva beside him. He was surprised and then suddenly realized what was going on.

No wonder.

He was also wondering if he had boiled an extra pot of water.

The man stirred the soup in the pot with a spoon and said kindly, "Miss Chaochao, please wait a little longer. This potato and beef brisket will taste even better if it stews for a while longer."

Chaochao waved her little hand and said "No rush, no rush" a couple of times, then stared longingly at the pot.

He stared at it for five minutes straight, without moving his body at all.

Compared to my unwavering gaze, I swallowed more frequently, my starry eyes sparkling with naked anticipation.

When will she be able to eat it...?

The system casually remarked, "I think I've heard a saying that when you smell the aroma of food, it's like you've already taken a bite."

The moment the words were spoken, the little dumpling, who had been standing there blankly just a second ago, suddenly flared its nostrils and began to frantically inhale the aroma while clinging to the edge of the table.

She eats! She eats! She eats and eats!!!

system:"……"

Aunt Ning and Chef Pan looked at the little dumpling who seemed to have suddenly acted up: "???"