?Reading on mobile phone Qin Feng was enjoying his meal alone in the restaurant, while Su's family was chatting in the living room. E-book: "My dear, you're really sure about this?" Su Kui looked deeply skeptical. Su Wu shrugged and said, "He said so. Whether it's true or not, we'll have to ask him. Honestly, I have my doubts. How could such a large and well-organized organization—the Blood Shadow Killers—be completely wiped out within just a few dozen hours?" "Yes, the Blood Shadow team is not only well-structured but also extremely discreet—far more so than our Tangren Clan." Su Kui said, frowning. "Even if all three major clans joined forces, they couldn't possibly eliminate our Tangren Clan so completely within just a few dozen hours." Su Fu asked, "You think Qin is lying, don't you? I don't think so. I believe he's a sincere and honest child. He wouldn't lie to us—there's no reason for him to do so." "Old man agreed, saying, 'That makes sense—he wouldn't have any point in deceiving us if the Blood Shadow hadn't been eliminated. If he claims it was eliminated, yet the Blood Shadow remains, wouldn't that only make him look foolish when we finally find out the truth?' Su Wu remained skeptical, glanced back toward the dining area, and remarked, 'He's just a ghost of hunger! The kitchen prepared meals for six, and he's eaten them all himself. Anyone not aware of this would truly think he's finally escaped his hunger. Can it be that during his mission, he hasn't eaten a single thing? Who'd believe that!' Su Fu quickly added, 'It's good that a son is a good eater—better than those thin, pale, delicate young men, after all. Men, aren't they!' Clearly, Su Fu was seeing her son through the eyes of a mother-in-law, growing more and more delighted with every thing Qin Feng did. Her daughter rolled her eyes, thinking, 'Even being a good eater is now a virtue? Is there any justice left at all?' Su Kui stroked his beard and said, "At least one thing is now clearly proven—Qin is truly a strong fighter. The Russian faction hasn't been consistently challenging us lately, hasn't it? You'd think they'd be terrified if Qin stepped in!" Qin Da picked up a piece of beef and bit into it. The beef here was fresh and juicy, far surpassing the quickly raised feed cattle back home. The vegetables were also crisp and fresh, offering a refreshing taste. Su Kui walked over with a smile and asked, "How is it, Xiao Qin? Are your meals at home still to your liking?" "The flavors are excellent—much better than back home. To be honest, even though I've always eaten military-specialty meals in Huaxia, I still feel they don't match the quality here." Qin Feng replied. "You don't have to be so formal—call me Xiao Feng, everyone at home does." The old man nodded to himself. European food safety standards were several times higher than those in the Celestial Kingdom, with far fewer instances of fraud. As a noble of standing, every dish served in the manor was carefully selected. "Very well—I'll call you Xiao Feng from now on," Su Kui said, then got straight to the point. "Xiao Feng, have you gotten married? Do you have a girlfriend?" "Not married yet, but I'm still young," he replied with a smile. Before the old man could even feel relieved, he added, "I definitely have a girlfriend—I'm a top-tier man, after all. If I didn't have a girlfriend, would that even make sense?" The old man immediately looked disappointed, thinking that his chances of finding a son-in-law had just vanished. Qin Da continued, "Moreover, I actually have more than one girlfriend. Just the ones who’ve moved in with me to live together—there are already four or five!" "What?" The old man's eyes widened so much they looked like cow's eggs. Four or five girlfriends living together—were you going to go crazy? Wouldn't they all end up eating you alive? For Su Kui, Qin Feng was quite willing to be honest. After all, this was abroad, far away from the heartland of China, so he didn't worry about Su Kui spreading the news back home. "Are you not believing me?" "Qin Da-shao blinked and said, 'Moreover, each one of them is a truly exceptional beauty. Grandfather, you don't need to worry about me—I'm young and strong, and I can handle it!' 'Even then, there are four or five of them. You can manage now, but what about when you grow older—won't they eventually drain you dry?' the old man worried. Qin Feng laughed even more, saying, 'Didn't you forget—I'm a cultivator, not an ordinary person!' The old man slapped his forehead, 'Ah, yes! How could I have forgotten? Cultivators are simply far stronger than ordinary people in every aspect!' 'Heh, and here's another point—I teach them cultivation, so they'll live as long as I do. That way, we can grow old together, through the ages. That's precisely why I'm seeking more partners—more people means more excitement. It's far better than spending a lifetime with just two, where one might eventually grow tired of the same routine.' Qin Feng said, thinking, 'If I've said this clearly, how can Grandfather not see it?'" Su Kui showed no outward expression, yet his heart was deeply stirred. After all, it was entirely reasonable for a cultivator to practice polygamy, especially one who could involve his girlfriends in the cultivation journey—such a blessing was rare indeed. If his beloved daughter could also join his extended family, then the Su family would surely have a cultivator of their own, which would be nothing short of splendid. In his mind, vivid images of his daughter skillfully maneuvering a flying sword, circling gracefully in the air, began to unfold. Seeing the old man smiling silently, Qin Feng asked, "Grandfather, what are you thinking about? Please just speak up—anything I can do, I’ll gladly assist!" "Ah, nothing special, in fact, you truly are a top-tier talent—your performance has left me deeply impressed," Su Kui raised his thumb in approval and added, "You go on eating. I’ll step aside now. By the way, is the food sufficient? If not, I’ll have the kitchen prepare more!" "More than sufficient—eating too full isn’t good for health. I’ve always adhered to the principle of eating until about eight out of ten full." "Qin Feng said modestly. The elderly man, just about to take a step, stumbled and nearly fell flat on his face—how could he, eating for six people, claim he was only satisfied with eight portions? If he were allowed to eat freely, even ten portions wouldn't be out of the question.