As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life

Chapter 976: Chapter 295: Dreaming of the Grown-Up Emperor Xi Xi, Today Is My Daughter’s Birthday, Bloodshed Is Inappropriate [Request Monthly Ticket]_2

It made Li Che’s spirit involuntarily calm down.

Li Che stepped toward the restaurant, lifting the curtains with ease.

Jingle bells~

It was like the sound of wind chimes swaying past with a gentle breeze.

It brought a sense of peace that calmed the soul.

Entering the restaurant.

Li Che saw the owner, dressed in a meticulously exquisite chef’s robe, sitting quietly on a chair, watching him.

”You’re here.”

The owner nodded.

Li Che’s heart skipped a beat, and he felt a slight shiver.

The owner...

Was speaking to him?

Did the owner know Li Che had entered his dream?

The ability of the Dao Fruit...

Was seen through by the owner?!

Jingle~

Suddenly, the sound of a wind chime swaying came from behind, the curtain lifted, footsteps echoed, followed by a clear female voice.

”Owner, a bowl of noodles with two eggs, please.”

The ethereal voice carried a coldness that kept people at a distance, but as she spoke, it gradually softened.

Li Che shuddered when he heard this voice.

Turning around, he saw a graceful figure, wearing a long ink-black dress, walking in elegantly from outside the restaurant.

Her jet-black, glossy long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, reaching her thighs, slightly undulating as if in an invisible breeze, like a flowing cloak.

The woman’s face was extremely delicate, her long lashes fluttered, revealing a pair of pupils as dark as black dates.

Li Che gazed at the woman in a daze, and with just one glance, a familiar feeling surged from deep within his heart, spreading outwards.

The blood in his veins seemed to boil at this moment.

It was a feeling of...

Blood connection.

She is...

”Two eggs?”

The owner glanced at the woman, his eyes gentle yet somewhat puzzled.

The woman nodded, pulled out a chair, her long legs moved with grace as she sat down on the footrest at the side of the chair, pulled a new unused chopstick from the nearby cylinder, and with a ”snap,” broke the two chopsticks sticking together apart.

”Hurry up, I’m starving!”

The woman said.

The corners of the owner’s mouth twitched, ”You’re getting hungry?”

”Very hungry today.” The woman stretched lazily, holding a chopstick in one hand.

The owner didn’t say anything.

”Right away.”

Then, the owner in his exquisitely crafted chef’s robe turned and headed to the kitchen.

Inside the restaurant, it became quiet.

All that was left was the sizzling sound from the kitchen as eggs fried.

Li Che had calmed down, pulled out the chair beside the woman, and sat down.

The woman turned to glance at Li Che, her serene and cold eyes seemed to reflect countless fleeting images.

Li Che’s eyes were enshrouded in a colorful mist, his body slightly vibrating.

Because, from the woman’s serene eyes, Li Che saw... mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

Corpses piled densely, revealing a corner of a boundless purgatory, with bright red blood surging into great rivers and merging into a blood-colored ocean!

Li Che retracted his gaze.

He exhaled slowly, a trace of sadness unconsciously revealed in his eyes.

These years...

What had the woman gone through?

”The noodles are ready.”

”Eat while it’s hot.”

The rich aroma wafted over, interrupting Li Che’s thoughts.

The owner placed a bowl of noodles in front of the woman in the ink-black dress.

Clear broth, strands of noodles rippling within as if dragon whiskers, covered with two fried eggs, golden yolks and white egg whites, transparent and radiant, glistening under the light.

”Enjoy.”

The owner said gently.

The woman immediately bowed her head and began eating the noodles.

Eating one strand of noodles.

Ding.

A single crystal droplet fell, shattering the mirror-like surface of the broth.

...

...

The colorful brilliance in Li Che’s eyes gradually faded away.

The owner held a six-tiered lunchbox, calmly watching Li Che.

He set down the lunchbox, took out cigarette paper, pinched some tobacco from a worn incense bag, and rolled two cigarettes.

”Want one?”

The owner asked.

Li Che nodded, patting the head of Gouzi who was sleeping soundly.

He walked over to the owner, each lit a cigarette, squatting under the dim light in front of the restaurant.

”Any grievance your daughter faces, is due to the father’s inadequacy.”

”You have to become stronger...”

Li Che took a drag, exhaling slowly.

The smoke was hazy.

Like a dreamy illusion.

They smoked for a while.

”You take Gouzi with you, I won’t go.”

”When you can, bring Xi Xi for a meal.”