Ling Mo was worried that Liu Guifen would faint again due to excessive emotional distress, so he had to keep it brief:

"Grandma, I'm doing well, but I miss Mom a little. If it's convenient, could you bring me a few of my mom's diaries? There are very few photos of her, and I can only get a general idea of ​​her past from her diaries."

“My dear child, don’t worry, Grandma will go look for it for you in a little while. If we find it, we’ll bring it to you at the beginning of next month,” Liu Guifen said, wiping away her tears and sobbing.

"Thank you, Grandma."

After hanging up the phone, Ling Mo realized that she had never introduced her maternal grandmother to Qin Beiming.

Seeing Qin Beiming's unhappy expression, she immediately pulled out a photo of herself and her grandmother from her phone and said softly:

"During those years in the countryside, I was very grateful for my grandmother's meticulous care. Otherwise, I might have died in despair long ago."

"Grandma seems very kind."

Qin Beiming hesitated for a long time, intending to greet Liu Guifen, but just as he was about to speak, Ling Mo hung up the phone.

Left with no other choice, he had to save his energy for his next formal meeting with Liu Guifen...

After the two returned to No. 3 Taoli Street, within ten minutes, three large bags of fresh vegetables were piled up at the door.

"MoMo, why did you buy so many fresh vegetables?"

Qin Beiming glanced at the pile of scallions and chives in the bag and asked, puzzled.

To his recollection, he seemed to have never seen Ling Mo eat this type of vegetable.

"Are you hungry? I'll make you a midnight snack." Ling Mo smiled, her eyes crinkling, and seemed to be in a good mood.

"good."

Qin Beiming was somewhat puzzled as to why Ling Mo, who had never cooked before, had suddenly changed her ways.

However, he didn't ask any more questions and agreed without hesitation.

Her smile was so radiant that even if he wasn't hungry, he naturally wouldn't easily dampen her spirits.

"Do you need me to help out?"

After carrying several bags of fresh vegetables to the kitchen, Qin Beiming spontaneously rolled up his sleeves, intending to help wash the vegetables.

"Go and rest in the living room for a while. I can handle this by myself."

Ling Mo quickly tied her hair into a ponytail and then kicked Qin Beiming out of the kitchen.

"MoMo, are you sure you can do it?"

Qin Beiming was clearly not comfortable leaving Ling Mo alone in the kitchen.

"That's natural."

Ling Mo awkwardly handled the mutton in his hands, tilting his head slightly to examine it closely before suddenly adding:

"If you have nothing to do, go take a shower first."

"..."

Qin Beiming always felt that her eyes revealed a sense of determination, like an eagle catching its prey, radiating an exceptionally sharp light.

His heart skipped a beat; he had a gut feeling that he might lose his virginity tonight.

Actually, he had been waiting for this day all along.

However, after receiving the information conveyed between the lines of her words, Qin Beiming, who was usually calm, became extremely nervous.

He went into the bathroom with a serious expression and showered for a full hour, still dawdling and refusing to come out.

After Ling Mo placed the last dish on the table, seeing that he hadn't finished washing up, Te Te went up and knocked on the bathroom door:

"Third Master, you didn't fall asleep, did you?"

"I'm not asleep."

Qin Beiming, who was frantically cramming on basic physiological knowledge, replied in a deep voice and then cleared his search history in the search engine with one click.

Once everything was ready, he calmly walked out of the bathroom.

As for what he had searched for in the past half hour, such as how to create an atmosphere and how to maintain a proper balance, he had already memorized it all. But for some reason, when he met Ling Mo's captivating peach blossom eyes, his brain suddenly went blank, and he completely forgot what he had been cramming for.

"Third Master, come and try the mutton soup I made myself."

Ling Mo was unaware of Qin Beiming's tension. After setting out the bowls and chopsticks, he focused his attention intently on the dishes on the table, which were meant to nourish the kidneys and replenish qi.

"good."

At first, Qin Beiming didn't notice anything amiss.

But after he sat down, he realized that the food on the table was enough to take half his life.

Stir-fried oysters with chives is good for the kidneys.

Lamb soup is very nourishing.

Stir-fried scallions have the same effects as above.

...

Qin Beiming twitched his lips and tentatively asked:

"Are we going to finish all of this?"

"It would be best if you could finish it all."

"Or, how about we save some for tomorrow?"

Qin Beiming wasn't sure if he could still be a "decent person" after eating such a large meal.

However, he didn't want Ling Mobai to work so hard and instantly turn into an emotionless, useless machine.

To be fair, Ling Mo's cooking skills haven't improved much.

The dishes on this table were either too salty or too bland, and the mutton soup was even a little undercooked.

Qin Beiming didn't mind at all; he kept eating with his chopsticks the whole time, able to conjure up a full atmosphere in his mind just by thinking about it.

"Third Master, eat slowly. Don't choke."

Ling Mo was surprised that Qin Beiming would eat so ravenously, so she quickly handed him a glass of water.

Perhaps unsure of the effects of these ingredients, after much hesitation, she finally turned on the long-unused projector and, with a touch of trepidation, screened the adult film she had just obtained from Meihu.

"What's this?"

Qin Beiming glanced at the beautiful woman on the projection, her clothes half-undone, and his handsome eyebrows furrowed involuntarily.

Under Qin Beiming's probing gaze, Ling Mo blushed imperceptibly and lowered her voice, saying:

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