While these were just a few simple home-cooked dishes, Qin Feng still enjoyed them greatly, appreciating the simplicity and authenticity of Zhang Jie and Lin Caiwei's mother-daughter bond. "Lin, in a soft, sweet voice, asked. Qin, the young man, stood up with great conviction, not directly answering the question, but instead asking, "Wiw, would you like to hear the truth, or the fiction?" Lin's bright eyes flashed. "How could I not? Of course, the truth!" He took a deep breath and said seriously, "Your skills are truly excellent—this is genuine. You've actually made my mother look much younger!" "Really?" Zhang Jie, somewhat skeptical, gently touched her face. She had been carefully observing herself in the mirror, clearly aware of the remarkable changes she'd undergone. Yet, when hearing it from someone else's mouth, she still felt the need to verify it. Lin was satisfied with his answer and then asked, "And what about the fiction?" Qin chuckled and replied, "The fiction is simply that your skills are so outstanding—when you and your mother stepped out together, at first glance, you looked just like two sisters!" "Ah, that's wonderful to hear," Lin said, hugging her mother's neck. "Stop it—I'm your mother, twenty years older than you, how could I possibly be your sister?" Zhang Jie gently tapped her daughter's forehead, full of affection. Her daughter immediately pledged, "Mom, just give me one month. As long as you follow the method I just showed you, I guarantee that whenever people see us, they'll all say you're my sister!" Zhang Jie blushed, "I simply don't believe that. I'm well into my old age, and you're only twenty—how can we possibly compare?" The three chatted for a while, with one topic flowing into another. Though Zhang Jie rarely spoke, she always maintained a sincere smile. Night deepened. Although mobile phones were allowed, TVs and computers were strictly prohibited—so, in a sense, the daily life of cultivators remained quite monotonous, especially at night. After evening training, the only activity was sleeping. Usually, by two hours after dinner, the place became extremely quiet. Of course, the men who carry the banner of lineage and succession will be wrapping themselves in their wives' sheets—this might well be the most appealing aspect for the Lin family's sons. When they can't find a partner for mutual cultivation and wish to ensure the family's bloodline continues, they often seek out a suitable woman outside the traditional world. To them, women serve primarily as vessels for childbirth and as outlets for physical intimacy. These women are deeply unfortunate; once they enter the Lin family, they lose all ties to the outside world, and their personal records in the secular sphere simply note "missing." As time progresses, a serious issue emerges: how to sleep. Clearly, there are only two bedrooms—one for the mother and one for each daughter—and since the daughters have been studying abroad for years, their bedroom often remains vacant. Now, however, there are three people. No matter how they arrange it, two will inevitably have to share a bed. Zhang Jie was also troubled by this issue. From the closeness between her daughter and Qin Feng, it was clear they were not merely in a pure romantic relationship—yet it was hard to gauge exactly where their relationship stood. Moreover, Zhang Jie had not had any contact with the outside world in over a decade, making it difficult for her to make a decision. After much thought, she decided on a safer approach and said, "It's getting late now. Weiwei, why don't you sleep with me, and let Feng sleep in your room?" Zhang Jie looked on, thinking, Well, they both seem completely at ease—what am I doing, hovering around like a third wheel? Young people truly know how to relax. In the end, Lin Beauty practically fled into her own room, overwhelmed by her mother's clearly flirtatious gaze. Qin, the young gentleman, followed in with a bright smile, pretending to be formal and saying, "Wife, as the host of this gathering, shouldn't you be ready to undress me and attend to my needs?" "Ugh, you again!" The beauty leaped over him, her two fists landing like raindrops on his chest. Feeling embarrassed before her mother, she naturally turned her frustration onto him. "Ah, that's not exactly hospitality, is it?" Qin calmly caught her wrist and smiled. "I'll be sure to report this to Auntie, and have her show you how to properly treat your guests!" Lin Beauty gave him a withering look and said, "Really? Then, what kind of hospitality do you expect?" He gave a crooked smile and gestured toward a wooden bed on one side, saying, "Of course—attending to the esteemed guest's needs as they get into bed, and then doing everything in my power to ensure both physical and emotional satisfaction!" "Really? Then what exactly am I supposed to do?" Lin, pretending not to understand, deliberately blinked. "Dear, you know what I mean—there's no need to ask so clearly," Qin, lifting her effortlessly over his shoulder and placing her gently on the bed, remarked, "I'd guess your home's sound insulation isn't too great. Just don't shout too loudly—otherwise it might disturb the nurse's rest!" "Ugh, just ease up a bit, will you!" He skillfully maneuvered her into a relaxed position, transforming her into a white lamb, then assumed the role of the wolf and launched himself forward. At first, Lin made every effort to keep quiet, but as time went on, especially under Qin's increasingly vigorous advances, her voice began to escape her control, rising in volume and intensity. With the parents' approval, the two felt no further concerns and were fully committed to their current "endeavor." The sound insulation here is truly poor; once Zhang Jie was disturbed, she couldn't fall back asleep.