"Dad, is there anything I need to pay attention to when holding the incense?”
Hearing his father's instructions, his son asked. He had noticed a problem in the past. Some people held the incense vertically while others held it horizontally between their eyebrows.
When Chang Xingde heard this, he smiled." There are some tricks."”
"Later, you guys take the incense and light it. If there's fire on the incense, don't blow it with your mouth.”
As he spoke, he made a gesture of holding the incense stick." If you hold the incense stick, you should hold it vertically, but when you want to worship, you must hold it horizontally. The four fingers of your right hand should be overlapped on your left hand, and the thumbs of your two hands should be facing each other. The index finger and middle finger should hold the incense stick, and the end of the incense stick should be pressed against your thumb. You should start to burn the incense stick. Your head should be slightly lowered, and your eyes should be looking at the Buddha statue. You should raise the incense stick high with both hands, level with your eyebrows..."
Hearing this.
Everyone watched and learned silently.
As they spoke, they walked to the entrance of the temple, went up the steps, and entered the temple.
An Shiyuan watched as the family of eight walked past him, talking and laughing. A smile appeared on his face.
This family of eight had four doctors, but all of them were superstitious. They asked the incense sticks carefully, afraid that they would make a mistake. It looked funny.
An Yanyuan smiled faintly.
Then, he continued to pick up the brush and finish the unfinished painting.
At this moment, two messengers of death rushed over from afar." Lord Shing Wong.”
An Yuanyuan looked up." Hmm?"
There was doubt in his eyes, and the two messengers of death had gloomy and furious expressions on their faces. It was as if they had encountered something and had come here to report it to him.
"Did something happen?" A gentle voice came out of Qi's mouth, making people unable to help but calm down and no longer have anxious and irritable emotions.
The two messengers of death bowed in unison.
" Lord Shing Wong, we are in charge of patrolling the northern district at night. We were about to change shifts this morning, but we discovered two groups of messengers of death. We have lost contact with four of them…"
One of the messengers of death opened his mouth and explained the matter.
After listening.
An Shiyuan's eyes flickered." The messenger of death is controlled?”
In the end, they found the four messengers of death who had lost contact with them. However, something strange happened when they found them. The messengers of death had gone crazy and lost control. They actually attacked the messengers of death.
"How will you deal with the messenger of death?”
" Your Excellency, we didn't execute the messengers of death on the spot after we found out that something was wrong. Instead, we suppressed them and wanted to find out the reason for their madness. There are two colleagues over there who are responsible for escorting them. In addition, Lord Ah Bang has already rushed over there when he learned of this matter.”
the messenger of death said.
The messengers of death were the puppets of the Shing Wong and the Underworld. They followed the rules of the Underworld and were responsible for patrolling the peace of the territory. It could be said that they had greatly increased the number of people and made up for the deficiency.
If it was a normal patrol that encountered the death of an evil spirit, they would not feel distressed. However, if it was a crazy and uncontrollable evil spirit, they needed to pay attention to this matter!
They would not allow such a thing to happen.
If they didn't investigate properly and such things happened one after another, the consequences would be too serious.
And the messengers of death noticed one thing.
The reason why the messenger of death went crazy was because of a 'man'. It was not because their messenger of death technique had lost its effect. There was someone pushing this matter behind the scenes.
This was also why the messengers of death were furious.
This was a complete provocation to the Shing Wong's underworld. If they had not found out where the enemy was, they would have directly pierced through the enemy's lair with their swords and let them know that the Shing Wong Temple could not be humiliated!
" They're on their way back…" An Yuanyuan whispered.
He sat there and put down the pen in his hand.
This matter was very terrifying.
Currently, the most important people in Underworld City God's hands were the messengers of death. There were a large number of them, more than 300 of them. If it weren't for the reward he received last night, it could be said that the messengers of death far surpassed the messengers of death. This situation would not change in the future. The messengers of death were very important people and could not be lost.
His eyes shone with the light of a Qi technique, and there was a mysterious aura on his body.
The two messengers of death looked at each other.
They did not say anything. They knew that Lord Shing Wong was calculating the heavenly secrets and using his unfathomable abilities.
A moment later.
An Shiyuan was slightly stunned.
" Lord Shing Wong…" The two messengers of death could not help but ask when they saw Lord Shing Wong's expression change after he finished his calculations.
They wanted to know the result. It would be best if they knew where the enemy was. They immediately called out to their Night Patrol colleagues. No one would rest. They would go straight to the enemy's nest during the day and kill seven in and seven out.
Hearing this.
An Yanyuan looked up at the two messengers of death.
"Don't worry about this." There was a smile on his face." You guys escort the messenger of death back. You don't have to deal with the rest of the matters.”
"Hmm?"
The two messengers of death were stunned.
They didn't understand why they didn't deal with it.
Very soon, they thought of a possibility. Could it be that they had guessed wrongly? Was it an accident that the messenger of death lost control?
"Milord, is this an accident?”The messenger of death asked.
An Yanyuan chuckled and shook his head." This was done by a ghost, not an accident. As for not looking for him, it's because…"
He paused for a moment and then spoke again.
"He will come to us himself."
“……”
The two messengers of death were stunned.
They were well aware of the Shing Wong Temple's deterrence to malicious ghosts. It could be said that malicious ghosts were terrified by the name of the temple. Now, this 'mastermind malicious ghost' actually came uninvited to the Shing Wong Temple?
Was this a ghost despising his long life?
Or was this ghost confident that he had the ability to fight against Abang, You Guang, and the others, and even dared to fight against Lord Shing Wong?
They looked at each other and saw the deep confusion in each other's eyes.
However, they did not ask. They bowed and left respectfully.
He watched them leave.
An Shiyuan stood up and patted the dust off his body.
He muttered," We're in the city center…"
He used the messenger of death as a medium to calculate the mastermind behind this. It was a source ghost that had the ability to 'change people's memory', and this source ghost... its target was Xi' er!
The Shing Wong Temple was a great deterrent to malicious ghosts.
However, the threat to the Origin Ghosts was very small. The Origin Ghosts were originally a group of malicious ghosts with incomplete bodies, and all their actions followed their instincts.
It was the same for the fountainhead ghost that made the messenger of death go crazy.
It followed its instinct to take revenge on Xi 'er!
"The paper man was his ghost slave and the source of his fusion. Now that Xi 'er has snatched it away, he's chasing after his instincts to kill Xi' er and also to fuse with her.”An Yuanyuan smiled.
Then, he looked in the direction of the small corner beside the temple.
The little fellow had no idea that a 'great enemy' was plotting against it. It was fiddling with the three candies Tiantian had given it.
In the next moment.
An Shiyuan put the paper and brush in his sleeves.
He strolled toward the ghost infant.
"Xi 'er, that's candy. You have to open it to eat it.”
Ghost Baby heard the gentle voice and stopped fiddling with the candy.
An Shiyuan took a small milk-flavored candy from her small hand. He opened the wrapping paper and taught her," Open it like this, and you can eat it."”
Then, he pinched Little Candy and handed it to the ghost infant.
The ghost baby stared at the white milk candy for a few seconds, then looked up at An Yuyuan, who was smiling warmly at it as usual. It then looked at the candy and stuck its little head out. Its little mouth was slightly open, revealing its little ghost teeth and its little blue tongue.
The ghost baby ate Little Candy in one bite.
Seeing that his hands were stained with the saliva of the ghost infant, An Shiyuan shook his head slightly.
…This little fellow.
He took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve and gently wiped his hands. He smiled at the ghost baby." Is it delicious?”
Gulp ~ Gulp ~
Little Candy moved back and forth in her mouth, and her cheeks would occasionally bulge because of the candy.
Ghost Baby looked up after hearing this.
He shook his head.
…This thing was not delicious.
It wanted to spit it out, but it stopped just as it was about to do so. Its movements froze for two seconds, as if it had remembered that this thing was given to it by Tiantian. It was not good to spit it out like this.
In the end, it swallowed the candy with a gulp.
An Yanyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He wasn't surprised that the ghost infant didn't like candy. After all, Xi 'er was a malicious ghost. The taste of a malicious ghost was different from that of a human.
What was really suitable for Xi 'er to eat were the source ghosts, Yin Qi, and malicious ghosts.
"If it were any other child, your family would definitely be worried to death if you swallowed like this.”He smiled and rubbed Ghost Baby's head.
The ghost infant looked at An Yuyuan in confusion, as if it didn't understand what was wrong with what it was doing. What did it have to do with other children?
It did not care about this question.
Little Hands learned how to open the candy packaging with An Yuan, wanting to eat the remaining two candies that looked different.
"Before evening, Xi 'er, you and I will be in this temple.”
An Yuanyuan's voice sounded.
Hearing this, Ghost Baby looked up, and An Yuanyuan's smiling voice sounded again.
"A malicious ghost friend is here to invite you. You have to entertain him well.”
……
Time passed quickly.
The sun set and night fell. It was eleven o'clock at night.
The streets outside the Shing Wong Temple became quiet, completely different from the bustle during the day. It was very quiet.
There was a pedestrian walking on this empty road.
Phew--
The north wind blew, and the pedestrians shivered." It's so cold. What happened? Why did the weather suddenly change?"”
The man zipped up his clothes and jogged.
"Go home, go home, hide under the blanket. It's too cold.”
He muttered to himself and disappeared around the corner of the road.
When he left, he did not notice that at the end of the road behind him, the incandescent street lamp flickered twice. First, it was the last street lamp, then the second last street lamp, the third…
"Hmm?"
The observer of the Ghost Controlling Bureau sat by the window on the second floor. The pedestrians did not notice this scene. He noticed the special change in the street lamp.
"There's a situation." he said.
Hearing this, his companion who was resting at the side suddenly got up from the bed.
He quickly noticed the change in the street lamp." There's a ghost?!”
Someone once said that if there were ghosts in the world, then the existence of ghosts was likely to be some kind of electromagnetic wave. The people of the Ghost Control Bureau agreed with this statement. The existence of ghosts often caused changes in the electrical circuit, which was a phenomenon that had happened in many cases of ghosts.
"Did you see a ghost?" another person said.
His companion did not answer. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the street lamp carefully. After a while, he shook his head to indicate that he did not.
Another person picked up a special instrument to check.
He was shocked!
The image captured by the instrument under the street lamp
Vaguely.
There was an illusory and distorted person walking around.
His existence was very vague. If ordinary people did not look carefully, they would not notice it. It was even impossible to notice it.
If it weren't for the blurry image captured by the device, they wouldn't have noticed this twisted ghost figure even if they were beaten to death. It was strange and terrifying...
"He's walking towards the City God Temple."
The observer could not help but exclaim when he saw the movements of the figures on the screen.
The observer beside him also saw this scene." What's going on?!”
He was stunned.
In this day and age…who would dare to enter the City God Temple?
Under their 'solemn' and 'reverent' gazes, the figure walked very slowly, passing through the walls of the Shing Wong Temple and entering it.
In the City God Temple.
When the streetlights changed, the figures in the temple moved.
It was the messenger of death.
They turned their heads and looked over. Their cold eyes flickered with different colors. They were cold, surprised, curious…and smiling.
Today, they learned from their colleagues that Lord Shing Wong said that a 'ghost' would come to the Shing Wong Temple today. After hearing that, they all waited for the rabbit to come.
"He's here."
The faint voice of ghosts and gods spread out and floated in the Shing Wong Temple.
The messengers of death stood everywhere, either in the courtyard, by the side of the temple, or in the temple. They were surrounded, and their cold gazes were all directed at the wall.
At this moment, a messenger of death looked into the temple.
That was where Lord Shing Wong was. He was teaching Ghost Baby how to read.
Today, he was teaching the word 'candy', as well as a lot of knowledge about candies.
"My lord."
The ox head's muffled voice sounded.
He happened to be resting tonight. After learning that the ghost was a guest, he naturally waited here to see the ghost.
"Yes." An Shiyuan nodded and looked at the ghost infant who was writing the word 'candy' with a pen." Xi 'er, I'll leave the ghost to you later, but don't eat it."”
In an instant.
The ghost baby stopped. It put down the brush and looked to the left of the temple.
At this moment, a distorted, blurry and unreal figure walked into the Shing Wong Temple. He held a gray newspaper in his hand, which was particularly eye-catching.
He walked very slowly.
His steps were very even, as if he was following a certain pattern.
"What kind of malicious ghost is this?"
"If we hadn't paid special attention, I wouldn't have sensed him.”
"You really have some ability. No wonder you could hide from our search!”
The messenger of death's whisper spread out faintly, melting into the wind and dissipating in the temple.
Bull-headed Abang's eyes were burning. He saw the ghost entering the Shing Wong Temple through the wall." That newspaper is..."
Suddenly.
The ghost stopped in its tracks.
He clearly sensed the ghost baby, but he stopped.
In a moment, he moved. He didn't walk toward the ghost infant, but retreated. His figure became blurry and distorted.
"He noticed us!" a messenger of death said.
Whoosh--
Ghost Baby moved.
The shadow under its feet was like an explosion of fire, spreading across the ground and surrounding the ghost.
The pitch-black, ice-cold ghost shadow seemed to have grabbed the ghost's blurry and twisted feet. It spread to his entire body like a poison, devouring and assimilating his body.
The ghost was struggling.
His upper body suddenly split apart, and his unreal body flew backward.
The newspaper in his hand was making a sound.
At the same time, the surrounding scenery changed. The ghost disappeared, and so did the newspaper. Everything returned to normal as if nothing had happened. The 'ghost' from before did not exist at all.
"Ghost Domain?"
The messengers of death looked over, their eyes deep and flickering with the light of ghosts and gods.
No!
This was not the ghost realm.
It was an ability that was even more unfathomable to humans and ghosts than the Ghost Realm. It combined reality and falsehood to create an illusory land that humans and ghosts could not tell the difference between reality and falsehood.
... Ghost hit the wall!
The messengers of death thought of something that they had heard in the annals of ghosts and monsters.
When walking at night or in the suburbs, one could not tell the direction. Their self-perception was blurry, and they did not know where to go, so they always walked in circles. When he told others about this experience, it was difficult for others to understand, so it was called "ghost hitting the wall". In fact, this was a state of hazy consciousness.
And this 'ghost hitting the wall' was similar to the ghost hitting the wall in the Ghost Records.
This was the root of the ghost's concealment. It had always been in the ghost wall, so that the ghost god could not detect its existence.
"If we didn't have the Ghost Guide, it would have been very difficult for us to find him.”A messenger of death standing in the courtyard spoke. He held a palm-sized compass in his hand. The needle on it moved back and forth and finally locked onto a direction.
It was ten meters to the left of the ghost's original position.
The 'ghost' had been standing in place without moving, blending into the wall like a cold ghost snake that had entered a cave.
Ghost Baby.
It blinked and looked around.
The next moment, its gaze fell on the location of the ghost. Without the Ghost Guide, the ghost baby found the location of the ghost!
The most powerful characteristic of the ghost infant was its body. It could see through many things and could come and go freely in the ghost realm. This was the ghost ability of the source ghost, the ghost infant.
The little figure ran over.
The ghostly shadow under his feet was like a huge wave of Wang Yang that surged towards the wall.
The ghost ran away.
After sensing danger, he instinctively chose to escape.
At this moment, his speed was extremely fast, faster than an arrow that had left the bow. In the blink of an eye, he had rushed out of the Shing Wong Temple.
However, before he could run a few meters away, a large black shadow shrouded him, covering the sky and the earth from all directions, and caught him in the most brutal and simple way.
On the second floor of a building on the street outside.
The observer opened his mouth wide.
They saw the ghost go in, and not long after, they saw a terrifying black shadow erupt from the Shing Wong Temple. It was like a ghost beast opening its mouth and biting down.
The black shadow shrank rapidly.
In the end, the black shadow wrapped around a human silhouette.
"It's that ghost!" Their pupils constricted.
The ghost was completely enveloped by the black shadow. He struggled violently, and a terrifying cold air exploded. With a pu sound, a hand reached out from the black shadow.
That hand was holding a strange gray newspaper!
The black shadow surged, and the ghost was slowly squashed. The gray newspaper fell from his hand.
The black shadow was like a calm sea after a storm. It was left in place like a shadow illuminated by a lamp. However, what made the observer's scalp tingle was that there was clearly no 'thing' here, so where did the shadow come from?
Thump thump thump…
A small body came out of the Shing Wong Temple. It stepped on the black shadow and moved over, as if there was a roller under its feet.
It stopped where the ghost was and bent down to pick up the gray newspaper.
The next moment, it turned around.
Whoosh ~
Her small body stepped on the black shadow and smoothly moved into the Shing Wong Temple. At this moment, the black shadow also shrank back.
At first glance, this scene looked childish and amusing, but the observers were dumbfounded.
They also found it funny.
However, the funny part was not the cute part of the body, but the funny part of the ghost.
"How many seconds?"
"Time? It took him about 40 seconds to enter and exit. If he was killed, it would take about 45 seconds.”
"Less than a minute."
"Yes."
A conversation sounded in the observer's room on the second floor.
After saying this, the observation room fell into silence.
After a long time.
Another voice sounded in the room.
"A little funny."
"Yeah, we have to report this."
"We have to report it. Codename mischievous?”
……
Inside the City God Temple.
The messengers of death watched all of this.
Compared to this funny ghost, some of them felt that this 'ghost' ability was very terrifying.
Generally speaking, ghosts had ghost bodies.
But this ghost didn't!
It could be said that he did not have a physical body. His body was a distorted illusory 'ghost hitting the wall'. In layman's terms, this ghost's body was something similar to a ghost realm.
If it wasn't for Lord Shing Wong's ghost infant, which had the ability of a ghost shadow that could cover everything, it would be very troublesome for them to deal with this 'ghost'. They would need to set up the Messenger of Death Formation in advance to capture the ghost. It wouldn't be as simple as the ghost infant.
Whoosh--
Ghost Baby used Ghost Shadow's ability as a skateboard and slid through the wall.
When it came in, it grabbed the ghost newspaper with both hands, as if it wanted to eat the newspaper like it was eating paper.
"Xi 'er, you can't eat this damn newspaper.”
An Shiyuan stopped Ghost Baby from eating the ghost newspaper.
Ghost Baby's movement paused, and his action of asking for the newspaper stopped in mid-air. His small body seemed to have stopped time, making the bull-headed Abang, the burly ghost, laugh.
"Lord Shing Wong, is there anything special about this damn newspaper?”Although Ox Head was amused by Ghost Baby, he still focused on the ghost newspaper.
The messengers of death also cast curious and puzzled gazes. A ghost newspaper that Lord Shing Wong had specially left behind couldn't possibly be completely ordinary.
" The 'ghost' this time is a malicious ghost that has fused with three Source Ghosts, and this newspaper is where the true consciousness lies…"
An Yuanyuan replied.
This fusion of the three source ghosts was the fusion of the newspaper ghost, the paper ghost, and the ghost hitting the wall.
Generally speaking, there were primary and secondary ghosts.
For example, Xi 'er.
It was the fountainhead ghost that controlled itself. The other fountainheads were its food and body.
There was also that fountainhead ghost king, Ghost Shadow. He was also the malicious ghost that led the fusion of the fountainhead ghosts.
The source of this 'ghost' was the newspaper ghost.
As long as a person's face was covered by the newspaper ghost, the newspaper ghost would make a copy of his face, and then write words on the newspaper. Whatever content was written, the memory would be altered.
Write 'enslave' and you can enslave this person.
Every Source Ghost was a malicious ghost, but this 'newspaper ghost' was very special. It belonged to the category of props.
It could be said.
This was an extremely special origin ghost!
Obtaining it was equivalent to obtaining a treasure similar to the City God Seal and the Sword Embryo of the City God Sword. Although it was not as terrifying as the City God Seal, it was not inferior either.
This was the reason why An Shiyuan didn't let the ghost baby eat the newspaper ghost.
He planned to capture a malicious ghost in the future. Not only would he use the refinement of the messenger of death on the malicious ghost, but he would also cover it with the newspaper ghost's memory modification.
“……”
“……”
Hearing An Yanyuan's explanation, all the messengers of death, including Bull-head Abang, were shocked." It has such a wonderful effect."”
"Not only can malicious ghosts harm people, but sometimes they can also be used to save people.”
An Yanyuan smiled faintly.
His eyes flickered.
The reason why the Ghost Controlling Bureau had a research department was to study ghost controllers and to study the origin ghost!
At present, the headquarters of the Ghost Control Bureau had sealed many source ghosts like the ghost newspaper.
It was easy to control this kind of ghost.
It was fine as long as he suppressed it!
Thinking of this, An Shiyuan looked at Ghost Baby.
The newspaper ghost was extremely quiet in Ghost Baby's hands. Those who didn't know better would think that it was a gray newspaper that had been infected by a ghost, but it wasn't at all.
"Xi 'er, you still can't absorb the other source ghost,' Ghost Striking the Wall', so I'll keep it for you.”An Yanyuan waved his hand in the air, and the Ghost Beating the Wall, which was suppressed by the ghost infant and shadow, flew out.
A ball of golden light burst out from Ghost Shadow.
There was a dark illusory object twisting and changing in the golden ball, emitting an extremely cold ghost qi. Anyone who fell into the ghost wall was destined to die.
Ghost Baby looked at his ghost shadow.
It tilted its head slightly.
Her little brain seemed to be thinking about a question. Why did An Yuanyuan casually take away the things in the ghost shadow?
"Little fellow, although you are very powerful, there is still a slight gap between you and me.”Seeing the ghost infant's puzzled eyes, An Shiyuan squatted down and gently scratched its nose, smiling brightly.
Then, he turned around and walked into the underworld.
Ox-Head, Messenger of Death, and the other ghosts and deities hurriedly bowed and respectfully sent An Yanyuan back.
……
Time flew.
Five days passed quietly.
An Yanyuan looked at the temple that was much less crowded and deserted than before.
The reason why it was so deserted today was not because something had happened to the Shing Wong Temple, nor was it under repair. The repair work had ended last week, and there was a special reason.
And this was the reason.
Standing quietly in the temple hall and listening carefully to the sounds of the streets outside the temple, one would know the reason.
Outside the Shing Wong Temple, the shape of a shopping street that had gradually taken shape could be heard. Outside the grocery store and the bakery, there were speakers that automatically broadcasted the sound.
'Mooncakes are on sale, 30% off.'
" Durian mooncake, snowy mooncake…special mooncake gift boxes. This year's hot sale. They're cheap and delicious. They're the first choice for gifts.'
The sound of a horn echoed throughout the street.
"The Mid-Autumn Festival is in five days.”An Yanyuan chuckled.
He had just received the recipe for the Ghost God Mooncake for the Mid-Autumn Festival not long ago, and he was still saying that it would take half a month to arrive. He did not expect that time would pass in the blink of an eye. It would be the Autumn Festival in five days, and he could not help but sigh at the speed of time.
His body flashed as he appeared at the entrance of Shing Wong Court.
Because of the reputation of the City God Temple, this street was getting more and more popular. The flow of people naturally increased as well.
Most of the pedestrians were walking in groups.
They were with their families and friends. They had been busy with work since the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, and they had gradually become idle. They had come back from other places to reunite with their families. Seeing that the town god temple near their hometown village was bustling with activity, they were curious about the changes, so they came with their families to take a look and go shopping.
An Shiyuan saw that someone was trying to get a bargain by going to the grocery store to buy small mooncakes in bulk.
Some passersby were carrying gift boxes of mooncakes with lotus paste filling.
Some people even went to the bakery that sold mooncakes with special flavors and asked how much the gift box cost.
One of them, a middle-aged man in his forties, walked over to take a look at the gift box and asked about the durian mooncakes. He asked how much they cost individually and how much a box cost. The more An Yanyuan mooncakes were made, the more exotic they were. However, there were still people who bought them for the novelty. Of course, there were also people who simply liked the taste of the novelty.
Zhuang Suhua had also brought Tiantian over today.
However, they didn't immediately enter the City God Temple. They had a gift box of mooncakes in their hands, but they also went to the bakery to pick two small children's mooncakes.
"Tiantian, these two mooncakes are for you and your friend. You can give them to him later.”
"Alright."
Tiantian nodded sensibly.
Her big black eyes stared at the children's mooncakes with envy, causing Zhuang Suhua to smile dotingly." We'll eat later when we get back."”
"Can it be eaten? Grandma, don't we only eat mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival?”
"It's right to eat mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but there's no rule that we have to eat them during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Our family doesn't have that many rules. Tiantian, if you want to eat them when you go back, you can eat them.”
"Okay, but…won't it cost a lot?”
Tiantian sensibly thought about spending money.
Zhuang Suhua's heart ached when she heard this. She smiled and expressed that she was fine. Her family was slowly getting better. She didn't know how Hongwen would deal with it. He actually took the money that he had cheated her daughter from the dead Yan Mingliang. He took back the remaining 100,000 yuan.
Now that their family had some savings and their daughter's career had been promoted, at least they didn't have to worry too much. In such a situation, they naturally couldn't let Tiantian suffer.
Tiantian nodded in a half-understanding manner.
An Yanyuan took all of this into account.
He looked at Tiantian, who was going to look for Xi 'er with the children's mooncakes.
"But you can't take the mooncakes for free.”He pondered for a moment. Tiantian was so good to Xi 'er, so he should let Xi' er prepare a return gift.
This wasn't a question of courtesy, but a form of etiquette.
"I'll get the messenger of death to go and get some materials to make mooncakes. I'll teach Xi 'er how to make mooncakes later and get him to make a small mooncake for Tiantian.”
A few seconds later, An Yuanyuan smiled.
The small mooncakes that he made himself were not expensive, but they were meaningful.
Then, An Shiyuan began to think about how to make mooncakes.
" Ah, I forgot. Ah Nu taught me how to cook before…Unfortunately, I'm not good at cooking. I'm always clumsy…"
He shook his head and smiled helplessly.
It could be said that he had been wise all his life. He was not proficient in the four arts, but he knew a little. He also knew how to sculpt. He used to be proud of himself as an all-rounder.
Unfortunately, people also had shortcomings. His cooking skills were really not good. Compared to Anu, it was like heaven and earth.
Every time he cooked, Ah Nu would chase him out of the kitchen to prevent him from helping.
He could only sit and wait for food.
As he spoke, An Yanyuan turned around and walked into the courtyard.
……
Xie Hong had just gone to meet the client who was working with their factory.
The client was a little far from his home. He was at the edge of the northern district, while this client was near Mulou Village in the southern district.
He originally planned to take the bus home after meeting the client. He had a car, but his wife was driving it. After walking for a while, he stopped.
"Durian mooncake?" He heard the repeated shouts from the loudspeaker and could not help but look over.
Durian.
He loved to eat it, and it was also his mother's favorite fruit.
"Are there still mooncakes of this flavor?”
As he spoke, he walked towards the bakery that was blaring repeatedly." Excuse me, how much is the durian mooncake here?”
"Special flavor gift box? 198 RMB per box."
"I don't want a gift box. Did you buy a separate flavor? I want durian flavor.”
" Individual flavors, yes."
……
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