The next day.
Lin Yanyu woke up very early.
When she returned from outside with large bags in hand.
Su Yu had already prepared breakfast.
His cooking skills weren't great, so he'd just boiled a pot of plain congee.
Then he sliced some preserved vegetables that he got from his parents.
Even though it was just simple plain congee and preserved vegetables, Lin Yanyu ate it with great enjoyment.
After breakfast.
Su Yu drove Lin Yanyu to his parents' house.
The house where Su Yu's parents lived wasn't actually very far from their villa.
After all, it was bought when he was studying at Qingda University, and the villa wasn't far from Qingda either.
They arrived at his parents' house in just over twenty minutes.
Su Yu and Lin Yanyu, carrying large bags, knocked on the door twice.
The person who opened the door was actually Su Xiaoling, his second uncle's daughter.
Her eyes were red, and her mouth was pouting in grievance.
Seeing Su Yu, she let out a "wail" and started crying, then hugged Su Yu's leg, refusing to let go.
"What's wrong, Xiaolinger?" Su Yu asked as he picked her up.
This little girl, just turned seven, was already quite heavy.
He hadn't seen her for a while, why was she crying as soon as they met?
"Brother Xiaoyu, you're finally here. Mom and Dad just scolded me," Su Xiaoling pouted, sobbing.
"Did you act up at school again?" Su Yu pinched her cheek.
"Not at all, it's Zhu Xiaoming's parents who are bad-hearted. I was acting on behalf of heaven." Su Xiaoling's large eyes flickered.
Su Yu was somewhat bewildered by her words.
"Acting on behalf of heaven" was quite a phrase.
"Xiaoyu and Yanyu are here, come in quickly and sit down." At this moment, Su Yu's mother, Zhang Guizhi, walked out from inside.
Seeing them carrying a pile of things, she quickly said, "Why are you bringing gifts when you come to your own home?"
"They're just some things that Uncle and Auntie like to eat, a small token of our affection," Lin Yanyu smiled obediently.
"Don't do this next time, why waste money? Come in and sit down quickly." Zhang Guizhi's face bloomed with a smile.
She quickly took the items from Lin Yanyu's hands and led them into the house.
Upon entering, Su Yu saw that all the relatives were actually there.
"Big Aunt, Second Uncle..." Su Yu greeted them one by one.
Lin Yanyu beside him followed his lead, calling out to each of them.
"Haha, our two big stars are back, come and sit down to chat."
"Xiaoyu, your Big Aunt used to like listening to old songs, but now her phone is full of your songs."
"It's mainly because Xiaoyu's songs are good. You say that, but it's as if you're not fans yourselves."
"Haha, as they say online, our whole family are avid fans of Xiaoyu."
Praised by a group of relatives, Su Yu could only nod repeatedly in agreement.
"I am Brother Xiaoyu's most loyal fan," Su Xiaoling mumbled quietly in his arms at this moment.
"Xiaoling, don't think that just because Brother Xiaoyu is here, we won't scold you. You haven't finished telling us what happened, go and stand over there." At this, the second uncle and second aunt said with stern faces.
"Oh..." Su Xiaoling lowered her head, reluctantly getting out of Su Yu's arms, and stood to the side. She then muttered softly, "Who told them to say Brother Xiaoyu is not as good as that damn Squad Leader Liu."
"Second Uncle, what did Xiaolinger do this time?" Su Yu asked curiously.
"She beat up a boy in the second grade at school," the second aunt said irritably, glancing at Su Xiaoling, then explaining to Su Yu.
Because the noodle shop business was doing well.
The relatives had rented houses in the nearby neighborhood, so they lived close by and could look out for each other.
Following the suggestion from Gong Shixiong's hot pot, they hired a store manager to manage the shop, which made things much easier.
With their free time, Su Yu's mother and second aunt had taken up square dancing, and Su Xiaoling, bored at home alone, also joined them.
Square dance troupes usually have their own teams, and you have to pay to join.
Su Yu's parents, on the other hand, bought their own sound system, and an amateur team formed by a few neighbors and relatives danced for fun.
Initially, they danced in a small corner, and everything was fine.
Later, because their team was free, many more members joined.
The other larger troupe was displeased and reported to the local square dance association that they did not have song copyrights.
With the association's interference, Zhang Guizhi and the others knew they indeed lacked dance music copyrights, so they had to temporarily suspend their square dancing activities.
Currently, almost all square dance songs in China are produced by the ace producer Liu Qiliang.
He held a dominant position in the square dance circle; troupes paid membership fees because they had his songs.
Zhang Guizhi had originally planned to go to the association and spend some money to buy dance music copyrights, but the other party had connections with that large troupe and directly refused to sell her the copyrights.
This left Zhang Guizhi and the others completely at a loss.
Although Su Yu had written many songs, none of them were suitable for square dancing.
This hobby for after-meal entertainment had thus been interrupted.
"That's too much?" Su Yu frowned upon hearing this.
Although copyright awareness was strong on Blue Star, for such small community square dance groups, and without any profit motive, using dance music wouldn't usually cause trouble.
This situation was clearly the other party looking for trouble.
"It was just for entertainment. If we don't dance, we don't dance. But then, somewhere they found out you were Guizhi's son, and they were bad-mouthing you in the square. We heard them and went to argue a few words. Xiaoling must have overheard then, so she beat up that troupe leader's son at school," the second aunt said, glaring at Su Xiaoling, who was standing nearby.
Su Xiaoling, however, retorted indignantly, "I just pushed him. Who knew he'd fall on his backside and then run to tell the teacher? So embarrassing."
"You're amazing. He's in the second grade, and you rashly went up to him. What if you couldn't beat him? You still don't know your mistake. Stand there and reflect properly," the second aunt said sternly.
However, Su Yu could tell that although her words contained a reprimand, they were more of concern; she was worried that Su Xiaoling wouldn't be able to handle it and would get hurt.
Su Xiaoling lowered her head, no longer replying.
Just as everyone thought she had realized her mistake.
They suddenly heard her muttering, "At seven years old, scolded by mother, standing like a minion..."
This line.
Stunned everyone.
"Pfft..." Lin Yanyu couldn't help but laugh.
Su Yu couldn't help but give her a thumbs-up; the adaptation was exceptionally fitting.
"You're still standing like a minion?" The second aunt couldn't hold back and lunged forward, "Then I'll make you sing that high note at the end!"
"Brother Xiaoyu, help!" Su Xiaoling cried out in fright and quickly hid behind Su Yu.
...
With Su Yu as her shield.
Su Xiaoling avoided being hit. However, she stayed close to Su Yu, constantly on guard against her mother's sneak attacks.
After listening to what had happened earlier.
Su Yu had an idea.
He'd deal with that troupe leader's matter during the competition.
For now, he could come up with a square dance song and let them dance to it.