Qing Xuanzi took out a letter of introduction from his pocket, which he had prepared beforehand.

The envelope was a little creased, but the handwriting on the letter was still clear.

"Hello, I need to stay at your place. Here's a letter of introduction." Qing Xuanzi smiled and handed over the letter of introduction.

The woman took the letter, glanced at it, opened the door, and said, "Come in, it's cold outside."

Qing Xuanzi nodded, carried Rong Jiaojiao into the house, and a wave of heat hit them.

The room contained a few simple wooden tables and chairs, and in the corner was a stove burning brightly with a pot of water on it, the steam filling the air.

"Is this your daughter? She looks quite young."

The woman looked at the letter of introduction while curiously observing Rong Jiaojiao.

“This is my daughter, my youngest daughter. She’s a little tired, so could you please arrange a room for her?” Qing Xuanzi explained.

"Oh, so you're a daughter born late in life. This child is so cute." The woman smiled and nodded, then teased Rong Jiaojiao, "Baby, what's your name?"

Rong Jiaojiao: "Eeya eeya!"

The woman pointed at Qing Xuanzi and asked, "Who is he?"

Rong Jiaojiao clapped her hands: "Father Xi, Father Xi~~

The woman nodded: "Come with me, I'll arrange a warm room for you."

Qing Xuanzi thought to himself: [Is that all?]

I followed the woman upstairs, pushed open a wooden door, and found the room, though simple, to be clean and tidy.

"This room is warm. If you need anything, just come down and tell me," the woman said before leaving.

Rong Jiaojiao had slept for over twenty hours and was now incredibly energetic, so Qing Xuanzi prepared to take her out to the street.

He set up a barrier around Rong Jiaojiao with his divine sense before taking her out.

He carried Rong Jiaojiao out of the Peace Hotel. The streets were bustling with activity in the evening.

Although the material conditions in Bing City in the 1960s were relatively scarce, people's lives were still full of enthusiasm and vitality.

The houses on both sides of the street are mostly low bungalows or two-story buildings, with walls stained grayish-white by the years.

Pedestrians on the street were wrapped in thick cotton-padded coats and wore dog-skin hats, their breath drifting in the cold air.

The sounds of adults calling children home could be heard from time to time on the streets and alleys.

Qing Xuanzi carried Rong Jiaojiao as they walked slowly through the crowd. Rong Jiaojiao's eyes were wide open as she curiously looked at everything around her.

I walked through the bustling streets, heading towards the aroma of food wafting from afar.

Despite the shortage of supplies, the state-run restaurants were serving hot meals and were packed with customers.

The signboard of the state-run restaurant swayed slightly in the cold wind, bearing the four large characters "People's Canteen," which looked simple and welcoming.

A large red lantern hung at the entrance. Although it was a bit old, it exuded a warm glow under the dim light.

Several middle-aged men wearing thick cotton-padded coats were chatting at the door. When they saw Qing Xuanzi carrying Rong Jiaojiao in, they all showed kind smiles.

"Comrade, please come in." An uncle greeted him warmly. Qing Xuanzi nodded slightly and carried Rong Jiaojiao into the restaurant.

Inside was a spacious hall with several long wooden tables, all of which were occupied by people.

The aroma of food filled the air, making one's mouth water.

Several propaganda posters were pasted on the wall, depicting scenes of harvest and workers at work, full of the characteristics of that era.

Qing Xuanzi found an empty spot to sit down. Rong Jiaojiao looked around curiously. When she saw a young man in work clothes bringing over dumplings, she reached out her hand towards him.

He was still chanting, "Seven, Father Xi, Seven~~"

Qing Xuanzi quickly suppressed her consciousness, then got up and walked towards the counter while comforting her.

Behind the counter was an older woman wearing a blue cotton-padded jacket. Seeing Qing Xuanzi approach, she asked, "Comrade, what would you like to order?"

"A bowl of steamed egg custard, a bowl of minced meat and potato, a bowl of vegetable soup, and two steamed buns."

As Qing Xuanzi spoke, he handed over the money according to the price list.

"Alright, comrade, please wait a moment."

The old woman turned around and called out to the inside, telling them the food Qing Xuanzi had ordered. Soon the food was brought out.

Qing Xuanzi took the food, returned to his seat, placed Rong Jiaojiao on his lap, picked up a spoon, gently stirred the steamed egg custard, blew on it to cool it down, and then fed it to her.

"Be careful, it's hot. Eat slowly," Qing Xuanzi said softly. Rong Jiaojiao opened her small mouth and ate bite by bite, a satisfied smile on her face.

"Comrade, this child is so cute." The young man eating dumplings next to her couldn't help but praise Rong Jiaojiao, "How old is she?"

“A little over a year old,” Qing Xuanzi replied with a smile.

The children's eyes were full of affection for Rong Jiaojiao, and they gave Qing Xuanzi a thumbs up: "The child is beautiful, and you take good care of her. You're a great dad!"

Qing Xuanzi sincerely thanked him: "Thank you for the compliment. You are good-looking, so your child must be exceptional."

The young man smiled shyly and said, "I don't have a girlfriend yet!"

Qing Xuanzi looked at his face and smiled, "Your blind date the day after tomorrow is a good girl. Cherish her, and you will be happy."

The young man's true love is this blind date, but their marriage has been somewhat bumpy. Hopefully, with his guidance, they can avoid some detours.

The young man asked in confusion, "Brother, how come I didn't know I was going on a blind date the day after tomorrow?"

Qing Xuanzi smiled and said, "You'll know the day after tomorrow morning. Don't miss the blind date the day after tomorrow, otherwise, it will be many years before you can marry the person who will accompany you to old age."

The young man was stunned by what he said and thought he had encountered a scammer, so he quickly finished the remaining two dumplings and ran away.

Qing Xuanzi smiled dismissively. He was only offering a suggestion because he genuinely praised his precious disciple. Whether he believed it or not was irrelevant. He lowered his head and continued eating.

After finishing their meal, they came out to find that all the lights in the houses on the street were on. He then took Rong Jiaojiao back to the guesthouse.

Back in the room, seeing that Rong Jiaojiao wasn't sleepy, I simply took out a mat and put it on the floor so she could crawl around and play by herself.

The little guy was clearly full of curiosity about this new environment. He immediately got up on his hands and feet, looking around and searching for something to explore.

The room was simple, but it was fairly clean, and the stove in the corner was still emitting a little steam, adding a touch of warmth to the room.

Rong Jiaojiao crawled to the edge of the bed, holding onto the bed frame and walking back and forth, her two short little legs constantly tumbling.

"Eeya eeya!" Rong Jiaojiao suddenly had a small rag doll in her hand, the one her second brother had given her for the New Year.

Clutching the doll, she waved her little hands happily and giggled incessantly.

Qing Xuanzi sat on a wooden chair to the side, smiling as he looked at her.

Remembering the spirit crystal, he took it out of his pocket. The spirit crystal was already dull and lifeless. He picked it up with two fingers and examined it carefully.

"If we examine them carefully, these things might have other uses." Qing Xuanzi muttered to himself, probing the spirit crystal with his spiritual power again. This time, he immediately sat up straight.