As long as everyone gives a little love

The restaurants and teahouses in Bailan City were full of seats, and the shouts of hawkers on both sides of the street rose from east to west.

On the second floor of a restaurant, at a table by the window, Lu Shenxing looked at the bustling market with his head propped up, while Ning Que on the opposite side looked at him.

"Brother, is the food not to your appetite?"

"Spicy."

Ning Que frowned, why did he still feel faint.

Seeing a man dressed as a scholar passing by with a child in his arms, Lu Shenxing opened his eyes and blurted out, "Wei Jian!"

The man stopped in his tracks, glanced suspiciously at the imposing and luxuriously dressed stranger, "Master, do you know my father?"

Lu Shenxing's face changed slightly, "I've met him a few times, is he okay?"

"My father passed away more than 40 years ago."

Watching Wei Jian's descendants go downstairs and leave, Lu Shenxing felt quite emotional. He has stayed in the house for 100 years, and his personnel are no longer human.

Ning Que, who was about to eat some food, suddenly retched.

Lu Shenxing frowned, "What's wrong?"

Ning Que shook his head, suppressing the nausea that turned up, "It's okay."