“Mom, what is this?” Xixi widened her amber eyes. What was this? Was that edible?
He Xiyan said thanks to her aunt again.
When she was a child, she remembered, her aunt saw her as if she had seen the God of plague.
When she was eight years old, she once played in her aunt’s house. Because she was hungry, she ate several Artemisia pancakes left by her aunts in the cupboard for her son. That time her aunt scolded her to death, saying that she was a thief at a young age to steal food, saying that she was poorly educated. She even asked her parents over, saying that she didn’t learn well and her conduct was not wrong.
From then on, she had never wanted to eat anything made by her aunt until now.
He Xiyan didn’t know that these bad memories would stay in her mind all this time. In fact, she would rather not remember them, only preserving hope that these relatives were kind and loving.
Some hatred probably should be forgotten, because there was no point.
A lot of people were selfish; they aren’t exactly bad, simply snobbish. When you were poor, she would try every means to avoid you. When you became rich, she would treat you well in every way.
But there was one thing for sure — they were just not good to others, but good to their own family members.
Just let it go. There was no need to still keep some hatred in mind.
He Xiyan picked up a pair of chopsticks, and then put a pancake in her mouth. The Artemisia pancake, soft and tender, was quite delicious, unlike the ones that she made. They were primitive with the smell of alkali powder.
Seeing her mother eat it, Xixi also took one to eat. Finding its taste not so bad, she gave one to her brother.
“Brother, try it. I haven’t seen it in Ye City.”
Yuanyuan looked politely at his mother’s aunt and said with a smile, “Thank you grandma.”
The three of them sat in the living room for a rest. Later, He Qingguo, the eldest uncle of He Xiyan, came back. Along with him came the most famous geomancer — Master Wang, who was also a famous fortune teller.
There were many people here who believed in Fengshui. Whether it was building a house or a grave, they would invite geomancy masters over to check the fengshui for luck.
“Nice to meet you, Master Wang. I’m He Xiyan.” After greeting her uncle, He Xiyan introduced herself.
“Nice to meet you.” Master Wang nodded his head slightly.
Xixi and Yuanyuan smiled beside them.
These two children only believed in science. They scoffed at such heresies as fengshui, ghosts and gods.
Xixi leaned over to his brother and said with a smile, “Brother, remember to record it. I’ll see how he creates rubbish later.”
“Master Wang, we will open the coffin at 10 o’clock tomorrow morning to pick up the bones. Please come here earlier and give us some directions.” He Xiyan said politely.
She had great respect for these fortune tellers and Fengshui masters, whether they made things up or had real talents.
Master Wang gave a slight quiver of brow. There seemed to be something between his brows. He nodded his head and agreed.
All of a sudden, he turned around and looked at Xixi who was whispering something three or four meters away.
His eyes seemed to be glaring at Xixi.
Xixi also noticed that the fortune teller was looking at her.
“What’s the matter? Grandpa…” Xixi chuckled, revealing her shallow dimples.
Master Wang frowned and suddenly became very stern, saying, “This girl can’t go to the graveyard tomorrow.”
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“Mom, what is this?” Xixi widened her amber eyes. What was this? Was that edible?
He Xiyan said thanks to her aunt again.
When she was a child, she remembered, her aunt saw her as if she had seen the God of plague.
When she was eight years old, she once played in her aunt’s house. Because she was hungry, she ate several Artemisia pancakes left by her aunts in the cupboard for her son. That time her aunt scolded her to death, saying that she was a thief at a young age to steal food, saying that she was poorly educated. She even asked her parents over, saying that she didn’t learn well and her conduct was not wrong.
From then on, she had never wanted to eat anything made by her aunt until now.
He Xiyan didn’t know that these bad memories would stay in her mind all this time. In fact, she would rather not remember them, only preserving hope that these relatives were kind and loving.
Some hatred probably should be forgotten, because there was no point.
A lot of people were selfish; they aren’t exactly bad, simply snobbish. When you were poor, she would try every means to avoid you. When you became rich, she would treat you well in every way.
But there was one thing for sure — they were just not good to others, but good to their own family members.
Just let it go. There was no need to still keep some hatred in mind.
He Xiyan picked up a pair of chopsticks, and then put a pancake in her mouth. The Artemisia pancake, soft and tender, was quite delicious, unlike the ones that she made. They were primitive with the smell of alkali powder.
Seeing her mother eat it, Xixi also took one to eat. Finding its taste not so bad, she gave one to her brother.
“Brother, try it. I haven’t seen it in Ye City.”
Yuanyuan looked politely at his mother’s aunt and said with a smile, “Thank you grandma.”
The three of them sat in the living room for a rest. Later, He Qingguo, the eldest uncle of He Xiyan, came back. Along with him came the most famous geomancer — Master Wang, who was also a famous fortune teller.
There were many people here who believed in Fengshui. Whether it was building a house or a grave, they would invite geomancy masters over to check the fengshui for luck.
“Nice to meet you, Master Wang. I’m He Xiyan.” After greeting her uncle, He Xiyan introduced herself.
“Nice to meet you.” Master Wang nodded his head slightly.
Xixi and Yuanyuan smiled beside them.
These two children only believed in science. They scoffed at such heresies as fengshui, ghosts and gods.
Xixi leaned over to his brother and said with a smile, “Brother, remember to record it. I’ll see how he creates rubbish later.”
“Master Wang, we will open the coffin at 10 o’clock tomorrow morning to pick up the bones. Please come here earlier and give us some directions.” He Xiyan said politely.
She had great respect for these fortune tellers and Fengshui masters, whether they made things up or had real talents.
Master Wang gave a slight quiver of brow. There seemed to be something between his brows. He nodded his head and agreed.
All of a sudden, he turned around and looked at Xixi who was whispering something three or four meters away.
His eyes seemed to be glaring at Xixi.
Xixi also noticed that the fortune teller was looking at her.
“What’s the matter? Grandpa…” Xixi chuckled, revealing her shallow dimples.
Master Wang frowned and suddenly became very stern, saying, “This girl can’t go to the graveyard tomorrow.”
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