One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

He put down the soup bowl and reached into his large gray Taoist robe, rummaging around for a while.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, the old master pulled out a thick red envelope.

He handed the red envelope to Xia He.

"Master...Master? What is this...?" Xia He was stunned.

"Take it, consider it a small gift."

The old master's eyes were kind, lacking his usual unfathomable majesty; he looked like an ordinary old neighbor.

He glanced at Zhang Lingyu, who was still sweating beside him, and chuckled, scolding:

“Lingyu has been cultivating Taoism on the mountain since he was a child, and he is extremely dull-witted.”

"From now on, you'll have to put up with his hardships as he lives in the secular world."

The old master patted Xia He's hand, his voice gentle yet carrying immense weight:

"Here, we eat together as a family."

"Nobody cares which mountain you came from, or which path you used to take."

"Once you enter this gate, as long as your heart is righteous, the Celestial Master's Mansion... is your home."

Xia He stood there, looking at the heavy red paper packet in her hand.

Her usually carefree and alluring peach blossom eyes turned uncontrollably red at this moment.

A layer of mist welled up in my eyes.

This was the first time in her life that she had truly felt the protection and acceptance from her elders.

"Thank you... thank you, Master."

Xia He sniffed, forcing back her tears, and solemnly put the red envelope into her pocket.

"Hey, hey, that's enough, it's a holiday... no, it's not easy to get together for a meal, don't make it so sentimental."

Zhang Tianyi sat beside him, tapping his bowl with his chopsticks as he impatiently urged:

"Sit down and eat! Bao'er has almost finished that plate of sweet and sour pork ribs!"

Everyone turned around and saw that, sure enough, Feng Baobao was gnawing on a bone with her cheeks puffed out and her eyes shining.

I've already finished two bowls of rice!

Zhang Chulan, standing next to her, was fawningly serving her food: "Sister Bao'er, eat slowly, there's more in the pot after you finish this plate!"

The atmosphere was instantly brought back to a relaxed state by these two clowns.

Everyone started eating.

"Hmm! This fish is steamed perfectly, the heat is just right!"

Zhang Tianyi picked up a piece of fish and put it in his mouth, nodded in satisfaction, and turned to look at Chen Duo sitting next to him:

"Girl, your cooking skills have improved! This flavor is even better than yesterday's."

Holding her rice bowl, Chen Duo lowered her head shyly and ate a couple of mouthfuls of white rice after hearing her master's praise.

Zhang Chulan raised his chopsticks and chimed in, "Junior Uncle's cooking skills are the best in the world!"

"That is."

While sipping her soup, Zhang Tianyi spoke casually, as if recounting an ordinary little thing:

"This girl used to live in that damn bunker, where she was given a ration of nutritional paste squeezed out of a tube every day."

"She ate that kind of food that even dogs wouldn't eat for several years."

"Now that I've finally gotten out of this predicament, my sense of taste has been awakened, and my talent for cooking has naturally exploded as well."

Zhang Tianyi said this casually, but the atmosphere at the dinner table froze slightly.

Tian Jinzhong, who was sitting on the other side, stopped chewing.

He raised his head, his cloudy eyes fixed on the girl eating quietly across from him.

Nutritional paste.

It was locked underground.

Tian Jinzhong lowered his head and glanced at his empty sleeves and trouser legs.

He thought about his life over the past seventy years.

Because his hands and feet were all severed, he couldn't even hold chopsticks by himself.

For decades, he relied on his nephews and nieces to feed him three meals a day, bite by bite.

To keep that secret, he didn't even dare to close his eyes while sleeping, and just endured it all.

He understood all too well the despair of being trapped in a small space, powerless, and unable to control even the most basic "life".

Those were the days of the living dead.

"Uncle-Master, come on, have some vegetables."

Rong Shan picked up a piece of green vegetable with his chopsticks and brought it to Tian Jinzhong's mouth.

Tian Jinzhong did not open his mouth.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the surging bitterness in his heart.

Then, he turned his head, looked at Rongshan, and said in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Rongshan, help me pick up that cup of tea."

Rong Shan was taken aback, then quickly put down his chopsticks and picked up the cup of hot tea in front of Tian Jinzhong.

Tian Jinzhong gestured to Rong Shan to bring the teacup to Chen Duo.

He looked at the girl who had raised her head and looked somewhat lost, his eyes slightly red, but a gentle and kind smile appeared on his face.

"Girl."

Tian Jinzhong looked at Chen Duo as if she were a granddaughter who had finally broken free of her cage:

"The hard times of the past are finally over."

"From now on, this is the Celestial Master's Mansion, our home..."

Tian Jinzhong's voice trembled slightly, but was extremely firm:

"There's delicious food every day. If you want to eat something, just ask your master to buy it for you, or ask your fellow disciples to cook it for you."

"No one can force you to eat something you don't like anymore."

Chen Duo stared blankly at Tian Jinzhong.

She looked at the elderly man, who, despite his disability, had incredibly warm eyes.

She put down her bowl and chopsticks, picked up her cup with both hands, and gently clinked it against Tian Jinzhong's teacup.

"Ding."

A soft sound.

"Ah."

Chen Duo nodded vigorously, a bright smile spreading across her face.

"Thank you, Uncle Tian."

Look at this heartwarming scene.

Sitting at the lower end of the table, Xia He's thoughts drifted back to her days at Quanxing.

There, everyone was scheming, everyone was on guard.

Even when sleeping, you have to keep one eye open, never knowing whether tomorrow or an accident will come first.

To survive, she had no choice but to wear that alluring mask and transform herself into a sharp, bone-scraping knife.

But now.

On this table.

She not only has elders, but also family members who are not afraid of her because of her abilities.

more importantly……

Xia He turned her head slightly and glanced at Zhang Lingyu sitting next to her out of the corner of her eye.

This man, though he still has a straight face, still blushes every time he looks at her.

But in the most dangerous moment, he unhesitatingly protected her behind him.

An unprecedented sense of belonging and security completely softened Xia He's heart.

She quietly placed her hand under the table.

Zhang Lingyu's body suddenly stiffened.

He reacted as if he'd been electrocuted, instinctively trying to pull his hand back, his ears instantly turning bright red.

But this time, Xia He didn't tickle his palm in a teasing way as she usually did.

She simply gripped his hand tightly, very firmly.

Zhang Lingyu felt the unusual strength, as well as the warmth from her palm and a hint of dependence.

He took a deep breath, his gaze still fixed on the food in front of him, pretending nothing had happened.

Then, he gripped Xia He's hand tightly, in reverse.

Grip it tightly.

"Hey! Lingyu! What are you daydreaming about?"

Zhang Tianyi's voice suddenly came from the other side.

He picked up a large piece of fatty meat, tossed it precisely into Zhang Lingyu's bowl, and said with a wicked grin:

"Eat some meat! Look how skinny you are. If you don't eat your fill, how will you have the strength to take care of your wife in the future?"

"Cough cough cough!!!"