*It was clearly the little girl whom she had painstakingly raised, but now in her eyes, there was only that Xiao Yuan.*
*Thankfully, the two were still young, without such worries in that regard.*
*But then she thought, if they were like this when they were little, what about when they grew up?*
*Fortunately, after this sumr break, that Xiao Yuan would go back to Beijing.*
*But, what if her granddaughter’s illness wasn’t cured by then and he had to leave?*
Liu Yui walked into the east room, planning to light so incense to dispel the odor and calm her chaotic mind. Her gaze naturally swept over the morial tablet table.
Then, she imdiately turned back to look again.
"This..."
The spot where her father’s morial tablet had once been was now...
A salted duck egg with its top cracked open.
...
The old man’s surna was Lu, called Lu Shan, a native of Xiting Town, and also the village’s Corpse Recovery Diver.
The young man was called Lu Rensheng, whom Lu Shan had found by the riverside. Although he was an adopted son, there was quite a significant age gap, so he had the young man call him Grandpa.
"Little Yuanhou, your Grandmaster and I, and your Mr. Shan, we had a bond forged in life-and-death situations."
Lu Shan let out a cold laugh, "Heh, yeah, every ti I risked my life, you just made a fortune."
"Hey, wasn’t it because I trusted your skills? Besides, that kind of job was nothing to you, didn’t even need to act."
"You old thing, the older you get, the thicker your skin."
So tasks were more complicated, which an ordinary Corpse Recovery Diver couldn’t handle alone, so they would call friends to help. Lu Shan was a well-practiced partner of Li Sanjiang.
Their relationship was extrely good, and whenever there was a dangerous job, Li Sanjiang would think of him imdiately.
Just like this ti with the Niu family’s ritual for the dead.
Li Zhiyuan also sensed that Mr. Shan harbored significant resentnt towards his Grandmaster. But that was normal, given the grandparent-and-grandson’s worn clothing that showed they were living rather poorly, whereas at his Grandmaster’s place... even the village chief’s daily als weren’t as good as his.
In the sa line of business, living completely different lives, there was bound to be a sense of imbalance.
Aunt Liu brought the dishes over, ti was tight, so she only managed to stir-fry two dishes, one was stir-fried Chinese sausage with garlic shoots, the other eggplant with salted pork, large portions with more at than vegetables.
The freshly stead rice was served in an aluminum basin, still steaming.
Upon seeing the at, Run Sheng couldn’t help but start swallowing his saliva.
Li Zhiyuan was a bit surprised that Aunt Liu, while carrying the dishes, also conveniently brought over so incense.
"Sis, bring another rice bowl."
"Okay, I forgot."
Clearly, the grandfather and grandson weren’t visiting their Grandmaster’s house for the first ti; Aunt Liu had entertained them before.
Aunt Liu brought over another large bowl, and Mr. Shan scooped rice into it, then covered it with the dishes.
After that, he lit the incense and placed it separately into the rice and the dishes on the table.
Once that was done, he started to voraciously eat his bowl of covered rice.
Li Sanjiang took out so white wine, poured a glass for Mr. Shan, who would take it in one gulp between bites, then glanced at the table to signal Li Sanjiang to continue pouring.
anwhile, Run Sheng sat there watching the incense burn, not touching his chopsticks.
He was clearly very hungry, eagerly impatient.
Aunt Liu brought over the soup, tomato egg drop soup, with quite a bit of aromatic vinegar added.
Mr. Shan picked up the soup bowl, poured it directly into his large bowl, and continued shoveling food.
Li Sanjiang took out a pack of cigarettes, popped out two sticks, tossed one to him, then lit his own, and cursed, "Damn it, did you co here on an empty stomach from yesterday?"
Mr. Shan gulped and finally picked up the basin, finishing the soup as well, satisfied, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, put down the bowl, and tapped his cigarette on the table, saying:
"When I got your letter, I stopped eating, been hungry for almost three days."
"I told you, if you just starve to death, wrap you in a straw mat and get it over with, but you’re making the kid suffer too, it’s downright cruel."
Mr. Shan lit his cigarette and said nonchalantly: "I picked him up, so he has to suffer with , that’s just how it is. I told Marquis Runsheng, when I die, he should co find you, he’ll work for you, and you’ll feed him."
"Stop talking that crap, I’m older than you, definitely going before you."
Mr. Shan blew a smoke ring, ran his tongue across his teeth, and spat under the table, saying: "Yeah, right, you’re the kind who’ll live forever, I doubt I could outlive you. Competing with you in longevity--now that’s taboo."
Finally, the incense on the food burned out, leaving quite a bit of ash over the dishes and rice.
But Run Sheng didn’t care, he pulled the aluminum basin of rice in front of him and started eating.
Li Zhiyuan was puzzled, but didn’t dare to ask.
Sitting across, Mr. Shan noticed and joked: "Marquis Runsheng ate contaminated at when he was little, now if he eats clean food ant for the living, he’d vomit, even just a bowl of corn soup needs incense first."
As he spoke, Mr. Shan suddenly leaned toward Li Zhiyuan mischievously and teased:
"Little Yuanhou, do you know what contaminated at is?"
Li Zhiyuan, "Human corpse at?"
Mr. Shan’s expression froze, he really hadn’t expected this child to ask back so calmly. He originally just wanted to tease the kid without answering, but now the child left him at a loss.
Li Sanjiang, displeased, said: "Old man, what nonsense are you spewing to the kid?"
Mr. Shan pointed at Li Zhiyuan: "Sanjiang, your great-grandson, he’s interesting, he’s got what it takes to do our job."
"That’s bullshit, my great-grandson is going back to Beijing to take the university entrance exams, no way he’s treading this shitty path of ours."
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