The Warmth of Life

Lin Mo didn't need these things at all; immortal cultivators could naturally keep their bodies clean.

It was truly enviable.

But Ning Qingcheng was different. Although she was an ability user, she was ultimately still a mortal, making daily grooming essential.

So Lin Mo had to go buy them: toothpaste, toothbrushes, body wash, and shampoo. These personal care items were just the basics; he even had to stock up on dish soap.

Oh, right, he also needed to buy laundry detergent.

He couldn't just rely on his immortal power to clean the clothes this girl wore.

Just who was the master here?!

"Then I'll go change my clothes." Ning Qingcheng's voice still carried the sluggishness of someone who had just woken up. After speaking, she hurriedly turned around and went back to her room.

Lin Mo stood in the living room and casually took out his phone to glance at the group chats. It wasn't long before he heard light footsteps approaching again.

He looked up and saw Ning Qingcheng wearing a gorgeous princess dress. The skirt had layers upon layers of fabric, adorned with sparkling decorations that gleamed in the sunlight.

Lin Mo felt a headache coming on just looking at it.

The dress was beautiful, of course. A thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl wearing a princess dress was naturally very cute and pretty.

But the problem was that they were going out to buy daily necessities, not attending some grand banquet.

"Ah, does the eldest miss of the Ning family not have any simpler clothes?" he couldn't help but ask, a trace of helplessness in his tone.

Ning Qingcheng tilted her head, clearly not understanding what he meant, but she quickly reacted. She pointed to her dress, then pointed toward her room. "I have sportswear."

With that, she turned and went back to her room. A short while later, she walked out wearing a blue and white tracksuit.

This looked much more normal. At least it would be convenient to move around in and wouldn't attract unwanted attention.

Lin Mo observed the little girl in sportswear before him, while pondering another matter in his heart.

The clothes this girl brought over probably consisted only of princess dresses and this kind of training gear. She likely didn't have a single piece of ordinary casual wear.

It seemed he needed to find some time to have Xie Yuling or Xia Zhi take her on a proper shopping spree to buy some clothes suitable for everyday wear.

As a straight guy, making him pick out clothes for a little girl would simply be worse than killing him.

Taking the girl in sportswear out the door, Lin Mo asked directly, "Have you ever eaten grilled fish? Do you know how to spit out fish bones?"

Sure enough, Ning Qingcheng shook her head, a hint of confusion on her face. "The chefs at home would never serve fish with bones in it."

Her tone was very flat, as if this was a matter of course.

As expected. Lin Mo sighed inwardly.

The reason he asked was because Lin Mo knew that members of ultra-wealthy families rarely needed to pick out bones themselves.

When they ate fish, the bones would be removed in advance.

Even when eating white sliced chicken, they would be served boneless white sliced chicken directly.

These details of life were something ordinary people simply couldn't imagine.

Ning Qingcheng had grown up in the lap of luxury, so her lack of such common life knowledge was understandable.

As for someone like Jiang Yunlu, although wealthy, she couldn't even compare to a single hair of the Ning family. Even just a branch of the Ning family had a much deeper foundation than Jiang Yunlu's family.

Speaking of which, it had been a long time since he last saw little Yunlu. He missed her.

"You're thinking about someone."

A crisp voice suddenly rang out, pulling Lin Mo's thoughts back.

Ning Qingcheng stood in front of him, her dark eyes looking straight at him, carrying an insightfulness that didn't match her age.

Lin Mo readily nodded and admitted, "Yeah, indeed."

He didn't deny it, nor did he try to hide it.

"But it's not that girl I met before."

Ning Qingcheng's tone was certain.

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow. He neither confirmed nor denied it, merely shrugging his shoulders.

This little girl was indeed very smart. He just didn't know when she would realize that her true master was Lin Mo, and not that fabricated Perfected Being Beixuan.

Taking Ning Qingcheng along, Lin Mo went straight to a bustling commercial street near his home.

There were even people doing performance art here.

The street was lined with shops on both sides and thronged with people. Various hawking shouts and music intertwined, filling the air with the vibrant atmosphere of everyday life.

To Ning Qingcheng, who had grown up in deep mansions and grand courtyards, this was simply another world.

Her gaze curiously surveyed her surroundings, her eyes sparkling with an unprecedented light.

Looking at her fascinated expression, Lin Mo couldn't help but feel a hint of amusement in his heart.

Would such a curious baby prefer the world of ability users, or the world of ordinary people?

Since it was near his home, Lin Mo knew his way around well.

Within a radius of a few miles, this Fatty's Food Stall was the most distinctive.

Around here, this food stall was the most unique.

Under the tin roof, it was a hubbub of voices. The clinking of glasses and the clashing of pots and ladles merged into one, and the air was filled with a strong, rich aroma mixed with garlic oysters and the char of a charcoal fire.

Lin Mo skillfully pulled over two stools and used boiling hot tea to scald their bowls and chopsticks, his movements smooth and practiced.

As soon as they sat down, Lin Mo started ordering.

"Boss, two salt-baked chickens—chop one up and pack the other whole to go. One portion of roasted ribs, and a stir-fried three-shred rice noodle."

He didn't even look at the menu. After speaking, he pushed the somewhat greasy, dog-eared laminated menu in front of Ning Qingcheng.

Then, Lin Mo handed the menu to Ning Qingcheng.

"See what you want to eat."

Ning Qingcheng stretched out two fingers and gingerly pinched the corner of the menu, as if touching some rare and dangerous artifact.

She read it extremely seriously, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, as if studying a profound ancient tome.

"There are so many... I've never eaten them before," her voice was as soft as a mosquito, carrying a hint of novelty.

"Order what you want to eat, but no wasting food."

Lin Mo leaned back in his chair, watching her leisurely. "What you don't order this time, we can come back for next time."

Ning Qingcheng's finger stopped on a picture. The bright red, glossy dish made her very curious.

"What is this?"

Lin Mo glanced at it. "Crispy pork intestines. Doesn't it say so right there?"

Ning Qingcheng didn't mind his teasing. She just looked up, her thoughtful eyes staring straight at him, filled with pure thirst for knowledge.

"So, what are intestines?"

As soon as she said this, the waitress auntie who was coming over to clear the adjacent table burst into laughter. She briskly wiped the table with a rag and began to enthusiastically promote the dish.

"Little sister, this is our signature dish! It's very delicious! You'll know once you try it. If it's not good, come find me!"

Ning Qingcheng was a little overwhelmed by this wave of enthusiasm, but she still nodded earnestly.

"Then... I'll have one portion of that, and this crispy fried squid tentacles. That will be enough," she added softly. Then she looked up at Lin Mo. "I'll try these two first, and eat something else next time."

The waitress agreed cheerfully and shouted the order toward the kitchen at the top of her lungs.