Tomb Raiders: After the Nine Gates Ancestor, they let loose and did whatever they wanted!

Wei Wuxian and Black Glasses exchanged a glance: When someone comes to visit, you have to be observant!

While helping out with some chores around the house—expansion, expansion—a miracle occurred again!

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After busying himself with various tasks, Wei Wuxian found a good spot by the fire pit—close enough to feel the warmth of Bai Ma's presence, yet not so crowded that he would crowd Zhang Qiling, so he naturally sat down.

He picked up a piece of milk curd and put it in his mouth. His eyes lit up immediately, and he exclaimed sincerely, "Mom's cooking is really good! You can't find this taste anywhere else."

He expertly opened the wine seal, and the rich, mellow aroma of the wine wafted out, blending wonderfully with the scent of butter tea and the warmth of the food.

He chatted with Baima in a humorous manner about the timing of brewing wine, the vegetation of the snow-capped mountains, and even everyday trifles. His words were witty, yet he always maintained a sense of propriety, ensuring the topic did not stray too far from the mark…

With Black Glasses' tacit cooperation, Xiaxia accepted the hot tea offered by Baima, and his gesture of thanks was unusually polite, showing a restraint of his roguishness.

Unlike his usual carefree manner, he subtly weaved in topics, occasionally cracking jokes, but always managing to subtly steer the conversation back to Zhang Qiling and Baima.

Behind the sunglasses, his eyes would occasionally glance at the ever-silent Zhang Qiling with concern, meticulously observing every reaction of the mute Zhang, and he would secretly grin.

(￣y▽￣)~* Cover your mouth and snicker

Unaware that she had been set up, Zhang Qiling silently watched everything unfold.

He watched as Baima accepted his two "good brothers" with a gentleness he had never shown to anyone else, and he saw the deep, undisguised affection flowing between them.

Seeing her mother's increasingly relaxed and warm smile as Wei Wuxian amused her, emmmm... for some reason, it was a little jarring. That smile seemed to have even more overt joy than when it was directed at her.

After enduring several days of this, Zhang Qiling finally decided to give up being a "ninja."

He broke down when Baima handed Wei Wuxian the most golden and crispy milk cake, saying gently, "Eat more, you've had a hard journey."

Xianzai took it like a cat whose fur had been stroked, and said sweetly, "Thank you, Aunt Baima! Auntie loves me the most!"

Indeed, in just a few days, Pipi Xian, who had maintained the outward appearance of etiquette in the cultivation world, had gone from a naive "Madam" to a "Mother."

Black Glasses skipped the steps and achieved this feat directly.

Zhang Qiling did not doubt that the two were colluding to set up a scheme for the "amnesiac old man".

More stimulation might help me recall more memories? The effect does seem quite good.

An extremely subtle, never-before-seen emotion, like being tickled on the tip of a feather, or like watching your favorite treat being shared with someone else.

Naïve yet inexplicably aggrieved, a tiny bubble "popped" from the bottom of the vast, empty lake of his memory.

"What?! That's my mother! Mine!" Zhang Qiling thought angrily, but her face remained expressionless, like a still snow-capped mountain.

My gaze lingered on the milk biscuit that was given to me first for a good one...two...three seconds~↘

Then, she silently withdrew her resentful gaze from Baima, lowered her eyes, and stared at the gently swaying tea surface in her bowl, her thick eyelashes casting a small, quiet shadow beneath her eyes.

Little Guan's inner monologue: I'm clearly closest to Mom, and the directions are convenient for me, hmph~↗

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The thought was unfamiliar and illogical, yet it made him feel a tightness in his chest.

More bewildered than facing any eerie tomb, his fingertips unconsciously rubbed the warm surface of the bowl.

The man with the dark glasses caught this subtle moment perfectly. His smile behind the sunglasses deepened, and he deliberately said loudly, "Oh dear~ Mom, don't just focus on feeding this kid!"

Old Zhang's bowl has been empty for ages! I think someone in this house needs vinegar~

Upon hearing this, Baima feigned ignorance and softly exclaimed "Ah!" before turning to look at her son.

Her gaze was incredibly gentle, carrying a hint of all-knowing understanding and a touch of tender affection.

She said nothing, but simply picked up another milk cake, equally golden and crispy, and even larger and fuller-looking, and steadily placed it into Zhang Qiling's bowl.

She patted his hand very gently with her fingertips, as if to soothe him silently: "Yours is here, and it will always be yours."

Perhaps on the snowy mountain, she was not only Zhang Qiling's mother, but also seemed to be an elder to Wei Wuxian and Hei Yanjing, gently enveloping the three who had weathered many storms with her calm, deep, and all-encompassing maternal radiance.

Good child who was "lost" in different ways and then reunited, oh, still Lingwu's good auntie.

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Crimson gold and fiery flames flashed back and forth with auspicious blue light.

The curtain of the hidden barrier was unceremoniously pulled open by a small hand, and a small head peeked in. Who else could it be but Ling Wu, the little friend who had just returned from playing wildly with Xiao Que'er and Bai Qi?

She blinked her big eyes, curiously looking around the room, then sweetly called out, "Big brother! Xianxian! Qiqi, I'm back! It smells so good!"

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The little one, seemingly awakened by his love of food, skipped in and naturally squeezed into the space between Zhang Qiling and Wei Wuxian, sniffing the air:

Wow! Milk biscuits!

"Thank you, Auntie, Xiao Wu loves you~"

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The arrival of the lively little one was like a joyful drop of water falling into a warm lake, creating ripples that strangely made the scene even more perfect and lively.

Zhang Qiling looked at the extra pancake in the bowl, then glanced up at his mother's gentle eyes.

Then I glanced at Wei Wuxian, who was smiling without a trace of gloom, the relaxed man in black glasses, and the newly joined Xiao Wu, who kept calling me "little brother" in a sweet and affectionate way.

The fog surrounding his "past" gradually dissipated.

But a certain deep-rooted emotion, born of instinct, is present in this overwhelming, unpretentious enthusiasm and sense of familiarity.

In that childlike bittersweet feeling of having one's attention diverted yet being quietly comforted.

In the all-encompassing gaze of her mother and the newly added innocent smile, her heart softened and melted into a strange, warm current.

"However... since his good brother lost his orphan, he'd try not to mind lending out a little bit of his best mother."

After all... children without mothers are so pitiful. I'm magnanimous and won't stoop to their level.

Zhang Qiling's heart was inherently kind and gentle, and then he grabbed a handful of dried meat for each of his good brothers, imitating Baima.

"eat more."

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Then Baima read something similar from her son's blinking eyes.

"Look how generous I am, how great I am!" The smug little boy, seeking praise, had to be rewarded with another milk biscuit.

Auntie Duan Shui: Today is another day of soothing the child!

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