Qingshan's eyes rolled around and his mind raced, trying to think of a suitable reason.

"Grandpa, we bought the lotus root slices on our way here. The supermarket just airlifted in a batch of southern vegetables, so they're very fresh. The bamboo tubes are also sold in the supermarket. They're just ordinary bamboo, treated with Qingshan's water-attributed ability, so they're emerald green. Don't worry!"

Luo Zhentian suddenly understood and sighed: "So that's how it is! Before, after winter, the north only had radishes, cabbages, and green onions. Now, you can buy whatever you want to eat. Even specialties from the south can be airlifted in. The living standards of the Chinese people have really improved!"

Luo Zhentian has been on a low-salt, low-fat diet for many years, but today he finally made an exception and had a delicious meal. Sitting in the main seat, he sipped his wine, ate his food, and looked very pleased with himself.

Qingshan didn't expect Luo Wenyuan to be able to cover up his lie. He stared with an expression of disbelief:

“Wen, Wen Yuan, you—!”

Luo Wenyuan smiled and placed a bowl of ginseng, astragalus and winter melon soup in front of her.

"It's okay, let's eat!"

"Uh-oh..."

Qingshan lowered his head to drink the soup, muttering to himself: Could it be that Luo Wenyuan has guessed something?

Luo Wenyuan looked at the lush green bamboo tube, then at the jade bamboo hairpin on the top of the green mountain, and his eyes were filled with realization:

If Qingshan's secret is really what I suspected, then it's inevitable that someone with ulterior motives will target her. I must become stronger! Qingshan is mine, no one can bully her, let alone get their hands on her!

Qingshan had accurately estimated Luo Zhentian and Luo Wenyuan's appetite, and the entire table of food was eaten clean. The old man looked at the plate of cold lotus root slices, still feeling a little unsatisfied.

"Grandpa, you only need to eat until you are 70% to 80% full at a meal, and you can't eat too much delicious food!"

Qingshan took out a spleen-strengthening and digestion-promoting pill made of Atractylodes macrocephala, betel nut and hawthorn and handed it to Luo Zhentian. The old man quickly put it in his mouth with a smile.

After clearing the table, the family watched TV for a while, and then Xiao Wang urged the old man to go to bed.

Before leaving, Luo Zhentian didn't forget to knock on Luo Wenyuan: "Wenyuan, the west wing has been unoccupied for a long time and it's a bit cold. You go sleep over there and leave your room to Qingshan. Do you hear me?"

Luo Zhentian glared and sent brain waves to Luo Wenyuan. He didn't know if his grandson's lust-addled brain could receive them.

You little bastard, you can’t sleep together now. If you dare to do anything wrong, I’ll break your legs!

Luo Wenyuan: Grandpa, which leg of mine are you going to break? I'm the only one left in the Luo family, so it's up to you to decide!

Luo Zhentian: ...What a sin! (ノ｀Д)ノ

After everyone left, Luo Wenyuan took Qingshan back to the east wing and looked for bedding for her in the closet. Qingshan sat on the sofa, watching Luo Wenyuan carefully make her bed. Thinking of what happened at the dinner table, she felt a little uneasy.

"Wen Yuan, don't you have anything to ask me?"

Luo Wenyuan was used to sleeping on a hard bed with a palm mattress. He was afraid Qingshan wouldn't be able to get used to it, so he laid two thick mattresses for her. Now he was tucking in the sheets. He asked Qingshan in a relaxed tone:

"What do you want to ask?"

"It's...it's what happened at the dinner table!"

Luo Wenyuan smiled, raised his head and glanced at Qingshan, then went to get the quilt. After the bed was completely made, Luo Wenyuan sat down opposite Qingshan, took her hand and said:

"There's nothing to ask. If you encounter this situation again, just push it onto me and I'll help you!"

Qingshan was completely speechless. Luo Wenyuan could trust her so unconditionally and help her keep the secret. Even if Qingshan was a stone, she would be melted.

Qingshan rushed over and hugged Luo Wenyuan's neck, burying her face in his neck. Luo Wenyuan was shocked. He didn't expect the beauty to take the initiative to throw herself into his arms. He quickly pulled her into his arms and silently reminded himself to control himself and not cross the line.

"Qingshan, what's wrong?"

Qingshan raised his head from the crook of Luo Wenyuan's neck, sat on his lap, and looked at him solemnly:

"Wen Yuan, I... I actually have a space..."

Luo Wenyuan smiled and reached out to tuck the loose hair behind her ears.

"Yeah, I know."