While being coy with the young girl, Qin Dashi asked, "Your parents have been arguing so fiercely—why didn't you go home to try to mediate, instead coming here to escape the chaos? Eighty Electronic Books." "Actually, I couldn't even get them to compromise—neither one was willing to yield," the girl said, her voice full of frustration. "They kept cutting me off from speaking, and the house was a mess—broken furniture everywhere, with no place to step. Brother-in-law, won't you be taking me in?" "Absolutely not!" Qin Feng replied with a bright smile. His hands had already slipped into her nightgown, and he was amazed to find she wasn't wearing anything underneath—now, the opportunity to make things more intimate had never been better, he thought, he was already delighted. Within moments, he had fully claimed both small peaks, the sensation being entirely different from when he had enjoyed romancing her earlier, and he found himself utterly enchanted. "Of course you won't be left out," she said, smiling. "Huang Xiaoniu beamed and, tilting her head slightly, added, 'I already called for delivery earlier—it'll arrive soon. Would you like to eat together?' Qin Feng couldn't possibly say no. You've even started thinking ahead for me, like a real planner—how did you learn this? No need to ask—definitely from spending so much time with Fang Fei and Wang Yujia. Both of them are quite sharp. He shrugged and casually asked, 'What kind of food is it? Not some of those so-called junk food, I hope?' Xiaoniu lifted her chin, her voice sweet and proud, 'You really underestimate me. I'm no longer a child—how could I possibly be interested in junk food? Rest assured, everything's what you love—like braised beef brisket, goji mushroom and eel soup, and stir-fried leek with thousand-year-old sheets...' Wait—these dishes I've always loved, but why are they all so focused on strengthening the kidneys and boosting vitality? He stared at Huang Xiaoniu, wondering what exactly was going on in her mind. His brother-in-law was so strong in body that he didn't need any supplements—Mei Hui and Fang Fang themselves couldn't handle it. To add more supplements now would surely be out of all reason! The young girl saw him glaring at her, thinking she must have done something wrong, and spoke softly, "What's wrong, Brother-in-law? Do you not like these? I remember you always enjoyed them, and so did my father." Hmph. Your father doesn't just like them—he's forced to eat them. Otherwise, how would he manage to make it with your mother on the bed? He's so old now, and quite stout, plus he's got a mistress on the side. His health base was already weak, and now he's working tirelessly, day and night, tending to two plots of land. Besides dietary supplements, he must have started on medicinal ones long ago. Thinking of Huang Zao, he found it quite amusing. You must have real courage—raising a mistress only half a year older than your daughter. Is it perhaps an overabundance of paternal affection? No way. That shy, plump man must definitely have a little "lady-teen" obsession. Huang Xiao Zhi Huang Zaozi is definitely in for a rough time this time—no one can imagine the unequal treaty he’ll have to sign just to calm his wife. Ding-dong… The doorbell rings, and the delivery arrives surprisingly quickly. Several bags are packed in a pale yellow paper box. Huang Xiaoniu, are you trying to kill me, or are you trying to kill yourself? The delivery guy smiles at him and says, "The total is 7,600 yuan. Since you’ve been ordering from our restaurant regularly, the last 60 yuan is on us—you can pay 7,000 yuan instead." Thank you, boss. Thank you, the whole family. Qin, the young magnate, pulls out his wallet, produces seven one-hundred-yuan bills, and thinks to himself: it’s quite expensive—these dishes would normally cost three or four hundred yuan at a regular restaurant. After all, this is a premium community, and the dishes ordered are all those 'strength-boosting' and 'male vitality'-focused ones. They wouldn’t squeeze you—they’d squeeze anyone else. When he closed the door, Huang Xiaoniu was already seated at the dining room table, devoureding her meal with great enthusiasm. Qin Feng finally understood why she had ordered so many dishes—she was genuinely hungry. What a pity! If only he had known this earlier, he would have never given her such bad advice; he felt a little regret. But recalling Huang's proud demeanor and his words from the China Merchants Hotel event, that regret vanished instantly. "Eat slowly, nobody's going to rush you," he said, walking over, picking up a piece of meat with his chopsticks and feeding it to her. "How many meals have you skipped?" After swallowing her food, the young girl tilted her head and thought for a moment. "I had fruit salad for dinner yesterday, and I didn't eat anything this morning—up until now," she replied. Goodness! Skipping just one meal, and now she's this starved? The girl looked genuinely distressed. "I didn't even have a light snack last night either," she added. "Strictly speaking, that's two meals I've missed." "Alright, have two meals—then go ahead and eat as much as you can." Evening though he'd woken up early and had been served a generous portion of fish and meat, Qin Feng still found it a bit hard to adjust. Still, he managed to eat quite a bit with the young girl by his side. Overall, the meal was quite worthwhile—the fish was tender and smooth, the chicken kidneys soft and delicate, and the eel soup was exceptionally fresh. Both of them enjoyed their meal thoroughly. Whether it was due to the genuine "energy" carried by the ingredients or simply psychological effects, after eating and drinking heartily, a noticeable change occurred in Qin Feng's body—his small tent rose higher and higher. The young girl, now with a glossy mouth, once again transformed into a marsupial, clinging to him without letting go. She even deliberately brushed against his most sensitive areas, mimicking the way she had done before meals. Qin Feng had already started to feel the effects—this added touch only intensified the situation. "Little girl, are you trying to set me on fire?" Qin gently lifted her chin with two fingers, remembering how close he had come to devouring her last time—only a few days ago, and now she had completely forgotten. The young girl tilted her chin, freeing herself from his fingers, then leaned close to his ear, licking his earlobe and saying, "Uncle, I'm safe today!" "What does 'safe' mean?" He was first taken aback, then his eyes warmed with a flush, fixing his gaze on a certain spot on the girl and asking, "You mean that?" "Exactly, giggling," Huang Xiao Niu wiggled her body, continuing to speak softly against his ear, "No matter what we do today, I'm safe. Uncle, isn't this a wonderful opportunity? You won't just stand by and watch, will you?" He struggled to contain the rising heat in his chest, trying to keep his tone calm, "Girl, your parents are having a major fuss at home. Coming here to me must feel a bit awkward, doesn't it?" "The little girl pouted: 'What's wrong with that? Dad doesn't find women outside the house either—his age isn't much older than mine, and he's not as well-developed physically as I am.' The warm breath brushing her ears, combined with her soft, hesitant tone, shattered Qin Da's last defense. No longer could he act polite. He picked up the girl horizontally and carried her upstairs. Her heart began to race as she clutched his neck with both hands—full of anticipation yet filled with fear, and she simply closed her eyes."