Quick Travel: Who taught you how to attack villains like this?

Dad Qiao just raised his chopsticks and froze in place.

Seeing Qiao Chen finish packing the Xiao Long Bao, he clenched his chopsticks expressionlessly and said through his teeth, "Why did you pack the Xiao Long Bao?"

"Give it to Yanyan!"

Qiao Chen replied without hesitation, "We are not tutoring at home today, we are going to the library."

If it weren't for Yanyan, would he have bothered getting up so early in the morning?

Dad Qiao: "..."

After all, he paid by mistake.

Qiao Chen turned his head, noticed the chopsticks in his father's hand, and said doubtfully: "Aunt Li hasn't served breakfast yet! Why are you holding up the chopsticks?"

"Oh, I want you to take care of it."

Dad Qiao sneered, threw away his chopsticks, lowered his head and continued to read the newspaper in his hand, ignoring him.

Qiao Chen: "???"

It was so early in the morning, who messed with him again?

After thinking for a few seconds, he decided to leave and go to the appointment early.

Of course, when I left, I also carried the thermal box with the xiaolongbao.

Dad Qiao looked at his back as he walked away gracefully, and gritted his teeth again.

This brat is really a waste of money.

Mother Qiao yawned and slowly walked downstairs. She saw her husband sitting at the dining table with a sullen expression. This expression and his appearance made him look like he was about to commit a murder.

She was not affected at all and sat down opposite him, "What's wrong with you?"

"……No."

Dad Qiao replied dully.

How could he tell his wife about such a self-indulgent thing?

This also greatly affects his image of being wise and powerful.

Mother Qiao nodded casually and didn't ask any more questions.

Soon, Aunt Li came out with a basket of steamed buns, "Madam, this is specially left for you by the young master."

"Oh, I see."

Mother Qiao picked up a small steamed bun and put it in her mouth, squinting her eyes slightly in enjoyment.

"My son's craftsmanship is really good! He doesn't look like a newbie at all, husband, don't you think so?"

Dad Qiao: "..."

No, why doesn't he have Xiaolongbao to eat?

Have you forgotten a living person like him?

I endured it again and again, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He raised the milk at hand and took a sip. He pretended to be casual and asked, "How many steamed dumplings has Chenchen made?"

"Two cages!"

Mother Qiao swallowed what was in her mouth and continued: "Don't you know? Last night he sent a message asking us if we wanted to eat Xiao Long Bao. When you said no, he made two steamed buns."

"???"

At this moment, big question marks popped up in Dad Qiao’s head.

"When did he ask if he wanted to eat xiaolongbao?"

"While you were taking a shower? Didn't you hear me shouting so loudly?"

"..."

Dad Qiao's memory came back, and he could only say that if he was given another chance to choose, he would definitely not take a shower during that time.

*

When Yu Yan arrived at the library, Qiao Chen had already occupied an excellent position.

He gave up his seat inside and opened the insulated lunch box, "Yanyan, I made Xiaolongbao today, please try it quickly."

The small steamed buns in the lunch box are white and plump, one next to the other, squeezed into the lunch box, and they exude fragrance from time to time. They look very tempting.

Yu Yan took the chopsticks handed over by Qiao Chen and took a bite. The familiar taste filled her mouth, making her heart palpitate.

"have you eaten?"

Yu Yan said, picking up a small steamed bun and feeding it to his mouth.

Qiao Chen, who was about to say that he had already had breakfast: "!!!"

He blushed and whispered: "...No, I haven't eaten yet!"

"Then eat!"

Yu Yan raised her chopsticks and lifted the steamed bun closer.

Qiao Chen blushed even more. Like a little daughter-in-law, he originally wanted to bite the steamed bun, but he still stretched out his hand, wiped his hands on his clothes, and took the steamed bun from her chopsticks.

Although he didn't pick it up with his mouth, Qiao Chen's face became redder and redder, like a little daughter-in-law who was molested by a gangster.

He swallowed what was in his mouth and said, "You can eat it yourself! I won't eat it."

"Ah."

Yu Yan lowered her head and finished the remaining Xiao Long Bao.

After eating, Yu Yan raised her head and said in a nonchalant manner, "The red mole on your collarbone is very beautiful."

"!!!"

Qiao Chen's head felt as if he had been hit hard by a hammer, and he was dizzy.

A few seconds later, he clutched his clothes tightly and stammered: "...you, you...how did you...know?"

Qiao Chen fell into reflection. Is he wearing very revealing clothes? Otherwise, how could you see the mole on his collarbone?

"I saw it accidentally."

Yu Yan looked calm and took out the paper, "This is the paper for the school's monthly exam. Let's talk about it!"

"……Oh."

Qiao Chen breathed a sigh of relief, but felt a little disappointed. He forced his attention back to the test paper and listened to her lecture.

Next, it was time for one-on-one tutoring, and the two of them entered the stage of explaining knowledge points and topics.

The difference is that Qiao Chen was confused at first, but now he can follow her thoughts and draw inferences.

*

Time flies, and the life of senior high school passes quickly.

Because Yu Yan was recommended to Huaqing, she didn't have to take the college entrance examination, but she still went.

On the day the college entrance examination results came out, the entire S Province was in a sensation, because Yu Yan won the title of No. 1 Scholar in S Province in one fell swoop, and she was also the No. 1 Scholar with the highest score in all major provinces.

If it weren't for the fact that the test papers were not uniform across the country and were different in some places, then she would be the top scorer in science in the country.

However, it's almost done now, after all, her score is the highest.

A few days after the results came out, the provincial TV station sent reporters to interview Yu Yan, wanting to have an exclusive report, but they were rejected.

But they could only find another way to interview the leaders of Jiahe No. 2 Middle School and Yu Yan's class teacher.

This made the school leaders extremely happy. With the provincial champion as their golden sign, their school's enrollment rate would not be a worry.

As for Qiao Chen, although he did not score as high as Yu Yan, he scored the highest score in history, which was 20 points higher than Huaqing's score line last year.

If there are no accidents, you can be admitted to Huaqing.

Qiao's father was so excited when he found out that his son had been admitted to Huaqing University. He got drunk at the entrance banquet, took Qiao Chen's hand, and was about to give him all the company's shares on the spot.

If Mother Qiao hadn't stopped him, Father Qiao would have been the first person to face bankruptcy when he woke up the next morning because he gave all his property to his son.

The night before registering at the university, Qiao Chen stood downstairs in Yu Yan's community and called her, asking her to come down.

After Yu Yan came down, Qiao Chen took her to the apartment under his name.

When I opened the door and walked in, I saw the table full of dishes.

He stood next to Yu Yan, clenched his fists nervously, and said: "Yan Yan, although I haven't fully mastered the eight major cuisines, but as for the question you mentioned, whether I know how to cook, I think I can."

"Look at these, roast chicken, braised pork ribs, steamed pork with rice flour, Buddha jumping over the wall, vinegar-filled potato shreds..."

"I can cook these, and I can also learn other dishes."

Qiao Chen took a deep breath, looked down at her, his dark eyes were all her reflection, "Yanyan, can you be my girlfriend?"