I was banned by the Revitalization event.

"What is he scattering on it, wood chips?" the little girl asked curiously.

"That's cumin."

"What is cumin?" Ye Qingying thought for a moment.

“Cumin is…” Qin Luo stopped midway through his sentence, realizing this was indeed a blind spot in his knowledge. “You know it’s a delicious oriental spice, that’s all.”

"Uncle, add more cumin." Ye Qingying patted the glass with her small hand.

"it is good."

The shop assistant smiled and sprinkled a couple more handfuls.

The little girl is so cute...

It was the first time he had ever seen such a beautiful little girl, and seeing her smile made him feel better.

"Your sister is so cute," the waiter couldn't help but exclaim.

"I'm not his sister, I'm his mother," Ye Qingying corrected earnestly, sitting on Qin Luo's arm and affectionately hugging his neck.

It's really nice to be complimented on your youth.

However, the mother and son still need to explain things clearly.

Qin Luo stood there.

He watched helplessly as the waiter's smile froze, turning into surprise and shock. His right hand seemed to reach for his phone on the table to call the police, but in the end, he didn't move and obediently focused on grilling skewers.

Qin Luo remained calm and composed.

Because of Tang Yi, he had become accustomed to being regarded as a pervert.

So be it.

"Master, add more chili to the meat skewers."

"Oh."

Chapter 343 Bloodline

The lamb leg and meat skewers were quickly grilled, and the juicy meat chunks were wrapped in aluminum foil. Two pounds of crayfish filled a large box.

Qin Luo carried the things and escorted Ye Qingying home.

The little girl ran along the sidewalk with her arms crossed, unable to stay still for a moment.

They escorted me all the way to my hotel room.

Qin Luo just swiped his card.

The heavy wooden door opened from the inside, and Qiu Shihua, dressed in a white silk dress, stood in the doorway with her hands on her chest, still looking elegant and understated. She clearly knew they had returned.

Ye Qingying jumped up lightly and happily threw herself into her arms.

"mom!"

"Be more mature, and stop being so disrespectful."

Qiu Shihua looked slightly displeased, but she hugged the little girl's waist and caught her.

Look at the mother and daughter sticking together here.

Qin Luo casually placed the takeout dinner on the cabinet by the door.

"I packed you dinner. You and your daughter can enjoy your meal. I'm heading back now. Call me if you need anything."

"Aren't you going to stay for dinner?" Ye Qingying asked reluctantly.

"I've been playing with you all day, and I haven't spent time with my wife at home yet. If I stay for dinner, she'll eat me alive when we get back." Qin Luo looked at Ye Qingying's soft little face and wanted to pinch it a little. She was so cute, but he refrained from doing so, after all, she was his mother. "I'm leaving now. Get some rest."

"I'll take you downstairs," Qiu Shihua said calmly, setting Ye Qingying down.

"I'll give you one too!" Ye Qingying quickly said.

Qiu Shihua only glanced at her.

The little girl paused, carefully took a small step back, and immediately wilted. "I, I, I'm going to wash my hands..."

They drove Ye Qingying away.

Qiu Shihua then closed the hotel room door and nodded slightly to Qin Luo.

"Let's go."

Qin Luo: "..."

In a daze, he seemed to see a food chain.

Ye Qingying had him completely under her thumb, and Qiu Shihua had Ye Qingying completely under her thumb in return.

Suppression based on seniority.

He walked out with Qiu Shihua.

She was also wearing a white silk nightgown. Although it was her own clothes, the hem of the dress covered her calves and the fabric was thick. It wasn't much different from an ordinary dress, and she still looked beautiful and elegant.

Qin Luo was half a step slower than her, maintaining a distance of one meter.

I walked to the elevator.

Just as Qin Luo was about to press the elevator button, a slender, white hand blocked the button. Qiu Shihua looked into his eyes, her gaze scrutinizing, appraising, and observing.

"Heretical cultivator, don't you have anything to say to me?"

"..."

What can I say?

Looking at the expressionless, gentle, and aloof beauty in front of him.

Qin Luo hesitated for a moment, then looked back at the hotel corridor and tentatively said, "Would you like to eat the roasted lamb leg while it's hot?"

Barbecue is best eaten fresh.

It's cooled down.

The taste won't be right.

Qiu Shihua kept looking into his eyes, as if trying to determine whether he was truly confused or just trying to evade the question.

A few seconds later.

The woman stepped back slightly, lowered her hand, and made way for the elevator button.

"Ye Qingying treats you like a son, that's why she's always around you. She's not very bright and lacks judgment, but I hope you can have some self-awareness. Relationships without blood ties are ultimately fake; you're just strangers who met by chance. Evil cultivator, don't be so arrogant."

Qiu Shihua's voice carried a slight chill.

It's like a wind chime blowing through a window, or a cold stream in winter.

Qin Luo was taken aback.

He never expected that Qiu Shihua would come all this way just to say this.

But to be honest.

His enthusiasm for helping meant he had ulterior motives from the start.

But his thoughts were on Qiu Shihua, not on this trusting, lively, and adorable young mother.

Qin Luo laughed.

"Have you finished? Is there anything else?"

"It's gone."

Qiu Shihua gave him a deep look, then turned and left, walking towards the brightly lit corridor.

Watching the woman's graceful, swaying back.

Qin Luo suddenly asked from afar, "Qiu Shihua, in your opinion, is innate blood relation more important, or are the memories of spending time together more important?"

The woman paused slightly in her steps.

“Of course it’s blood ties,” Qiu Shihua said calmly, her back to him.

The stronger one is.

The more they believe, the more they believe that everything is preordained.

She was born a saint.

The birth of Qiu Shihua coincided with the birth of Ye Qingying, a wicked cultivator from the Heavenly Tribulation. That was her destiny; they were born to be mortal enemies, destined for endless conflict.

The world should be like this.

"I'm willing to coax Ye Qingying, not because she's my mother, nor because of any past life connection." Qin Luo leaned against the wall, watching the woman's figure slowly as he spoke. "She cares about whether I've eaten well, whether I'm tired from school, how I'm doing... She's wholeheartedly good to me, so I want to repay her in the same way. It's that simple."

The relationships between people aren't that complicated.

Live again.

He was no longer Ye Qingying's shadow, and they had no connection whatsoever.

Just on the day we met.

Ye Qingying looked at him, her eyes shining with such a warm light. The little girl circled around him several times, then trusted him and took his hand, saying with joy, "I missed you so much."

That's it.

"She'll believe it because she's a stupid child," Qiu Shihua sneered.

"Aren't you the same?"

Qin Luo looked at Qiu Shihua's beautiful face and said.

The woman stared at Qin Luo, about to refute him, but felt as if something was preventing her from speaking.

Qiu Shihua turned and left without saying a word.

The silk skirt swayed lightly and quickly disappeared around the corner of the corridor, out of sight.

"Tsk."

Qin Luo stood there for a while, shook his head, and pressed the button for one floor of the elevator.