Born to be a showman

Jiang Chiyue went downstairs after washing up, and found that Eric was sitting upright in the living room, like a primary school student, watching Dragon Ball with his hands neatly on his lap. Eric's face made Eric look pale, unbearable.

He didn't know what he was thinking while staring at the TV, his eyes were distracted, and he didn't hear Jiang Chiyue going downstairs.

Turning his head again, he saw Yuan Bao laying on the door of the kitchen with his ass pouted, his head nodding, talking to the people in the kitchen: "Grandpa, Yuan Bao wants to eat shrimp and corn porridge, and Dad likes it too."

No matter how you look at it, this scene is somewhat familiar.

Thinking about it carefully, in the days when their father and daughter depended on each other, didn't Yuan Bao stick behind him like a follower every day!

Women's colleges do not stay.

Jiang Chiyue thought to herself.

Authentic Mandarin came from the kitchen, with a mellow and elegant voice: "Yes, you go to the living room to watch TV first, the kitchen is full of oily smoke, it's not good."

Jiang Chiyue thought again, this tone, people who say that they are majors in the broadcasting department will believe it, and for some reason, the one who taught his nephew Eric is Trump.

Yuan Bao nodded, and coaxed Feng Cha with kind words: "Grandpa, you are so kind, Yuan Bao likes you the most! Let's have fried corn balls together this afternoon, shall we? The fried corn balls made by Dad are delicious! They are delicious! It’s crispy, but it won’t taste good if it has scallions on it!”

Listen, don't be too proficient in selling favors.

Jiang Chiyue went to pick up Yuan Bao from behind with one hand, Yuan Bao turned around to see who was coming, and happily opened his arms to be hugged by his father.

The old father also picked her up and scratched her nose: "You still want to eat fried corn balls? Huh?"

When Yuan Bao heard that he was caught on the spot, he admitted his mistake very positively, and hugged his old father's neck coquettishly: "Dad made a mistake. I won't dare to provoke him in the future."

Jiang Chiyue squinted at her: "Is it right to admit your mistakes and never correct them?"

Yuan Bao buried her head in his neck and did not speak, her small body arched and arched, which meant she was shy.

Jiang Chiyue entered the kitchen with her daughter in her arms, and saw Feng Cha wearing a smoky gray home dress with the pattern of the piggy page family on it, with pink bear slippers on his feet, skillfully mixing the sauce.

The corners of Jiang Chiyue's eyes twitched slightly, feeling that her brain was starting to hurt again.

Yuan Bao took the initiative to explain: "Uncle Eric and I went to the supermarket to buy it, and I picked out the shoes! Grandpa likes it!"

Then look at Yuan Bao's bright red double-breasted jacket on the upper body, the light green skirt on the lower body, and a pair of apricot bear slippers of the same style as Feng Cha's are crookedly on his feet.

All right, just be happy with yourself.

Feng Cha poured the sauce on the neatly cut pig's head meat with his hands, it was a plate of cold pork head meat, which looked delicious in color and fragrance.

After doing all this, Feng Cha turned his head and said to Jiang Chiyue: "We can eat soon, let's go to the living room to play with Eric."

Tsk, who is being treated as a child by this term?

Jiang Chiyue sent Yuan Bao to accompany Eric in a daze, took out some cooked food prepared by Sister Zhang from the refrigerator, and cut them up, it was not troublesome, Sister Zhang really did everything imaginable, It was almost enough to feed a few people.

Feng Cha's brows were soft, watching Jiang Chiyue's movements, his eyes were full of joy.

The two worked together to finish the work, Feng Cha was in charge of serving the meal, and Jiang Chiyue called the two in the living room to eat.

Eric still had a blank expression on his face, and he behaved like a child under the supervision of a kindergarten teacher all day, sitting and eating, and he was a little restless .

After eating half a bowl of shrimp and corn porridge, Eric's curiosity finally overcame his fear of Uncle Feng Cha, and he asked, "Uncle, when did you learn to cook?"

Feng Cha glanced at him coolly, and then told Yuan Bao: "Eat slowly, be careful not to burn it."

Only then did I have the mood to answer my nephew's question: "I always will."

Eric felt even more sad. This comparison, this gap, is simply not too fruity: "Then why have you never done it at home?"

Feng Cha's answer was even simpler and rude: "I don't want to do it."

Well, Eric buried his head and continued to eat, saying that the cooked food with a taste of Sichuan cuisine, but the sauce was adjusted to his liking.

The few people had a happy meal. Feng Cha sent his nephew Eric to wash the dishes, and briefly said to Jiang Chiyue: "I have something to go out, and I will have dinner together when I come back tonight."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Jiang Chiyue's reaction, she left with the assistant who didn't know when she would come. When she left, she also told the nephew who was washing the dishes to go to him obediently after finishing the housework. talk.

He is full of domineering style, the kind of one who says nothing.

Yuan Bao reluctantly watched his new grandfather go away, and stood at the door for 2 minutes as Wang Yeshi, before walking in with his head drooping, and said to his old father, "I don't want my grandfather to leave."

Jiang Chiyue patted his daughter's head, and there was only one question, so he asked Eric, one of the only two adults left in the family: "If you want to go home for dinner at night, my cooking skills are not enough to support the appetite of four people. what to do?"

Eric had smashed three bowls and one saucer before he found a feeling of washing dishes. He was humming a song and washing, and said without thinking, "Then let someone pack it up."

Jiang Chiyue felt that what Eric said made sense, so he agreed with him.And tell him: "Remember to buy a few dishes by the way. If you wash dishes at your speed, there may not be enough dishes at home."

On the afternoon of the first day of the Lunar New Year, the streets were decorated with lights, and the trees on both sides of the road were covered with lights of various colors. At night, they twinkled and twinkled, which was very festive. It was inevitable to post a blessing on the passing vehicles. The word should be the scene.

In this atmosphere, Jiang Chiyue drove her own car and took her daughter out to experience the festive atmosphere on the street after a long absence.

He felt good about himself along the way, anyway, the vehicles in front and behind were very polite and made concessions within two meters to him, and none of the drivers dared to step forward to challenge Brother Xiao Jiang's luxury car that seemed to be drunk.

If this is accidentally scratched and people open their mouths, the house that ordinary people have struggled for a lifetime will be gone. Can you not hide?

Yes, very spiritual.

Before leaving, the old father finally dressed his daughter in decent clothes, and dressed her up as a white and tender Taoist boy with round cheeks and bright eyes, wearing a Taoist uniform on Yuanbao, how cute she looked.

The destination of the two today is the well-known Gaoyun Taoist Temple on Wutai, Qinghe City. Jiang Chiyue signed a contract with Mr. Xiao Lin in the first month after Jiang's mother passed away. There was a long burning lamp.

The relatives in my hometown basically don't move around very much, and Jiang's mother's tombstone can only be presented with a bouquet of flowers. Nowadays, people have long since given up the idea of ​​offering incense to the deceased, but Jiang Chiyue still insists on these things in his bones. So during the Chinese New Year, I brought Yuan Bao to the Taoist temple to offer incense to Jiang Mu.

The car drove up the mountain steadily from the small road at the back of the mountain, and turned a corner to the main entrance of the Taoist temple.

There were already two luxury cars parked in front of the door. Jiang Chiyue found a place to park the car, loosened the seat belt, took Yuan Bao out of the child seat, locked the door, and stepped towards the car. Taoism go.

Yuan Bao was very quiet along the way, and Jiang Chiyue only touched her daughter's face comfortingly, and let her down to walk by herself.

The father and daughter entered the Taoist temple holding hands, and within a few steps they met a little Taoist priest, who gave a Taoist salute to Jiang Chiyue, and explained to Jiang Chiyue very articulately: "A distinguished guest came temporarily, and the master is receiving him." , the old man said, let Xiaodao take you to the Changming Palace first."

Jiang Chiyue returned the gift and said, "Thank you, little master."

The three of them walked forward for a while, and when they arrived in front of the Changming Hall, Jiang Chiyue said to the little Taoist priest: "I can go in by myself, and I will visit Master Wuwei later. I would also like to thank the little master for taking care of my mother on weekdays." lamp."

The little Taoist said: "It should be done, donators are welcome."

Watching the little Taoist priest leave, Jiang Chiyue led Yuan Bao into the hall. In fact, there are many ever-burning lamps enshrined in the Changming Hall. According to the price paid by pilgrims, the styles and grades of the ever-burning lamps are also different. Taoism made it thousands of years ago. Starting with this business, the lights have changed from the original octagonal palace lanterns to the current LED lights, but the pilgrims still firmly believe that worshiping the ever-burning lanterns can bring good luck to the deceased relatives, and hope that the relatives will give birth to a good family.

Finding Jiang Mu Jiang Yu's one, Jiang Chiyue took out a thin white handkerchief from his pocket, wiped it carefully, and then pulled Yuan Bao to kneel on the futon, respectfully offered three sticks of incense, and kowtowed three times .

Jiang Chiyue said to Jiang's mother in her heart: "I'm sorry, I replaced your son and lived in this world. Maybe this is fate. I will live to take care of Yuan Bao and watch her grow up happily. The true sons have been reunited."

Feeling his hand being held by a warm little meat ball, Jiang Chiyue looked down, Yuan Bao was looking at him with shining eyes: "Dad, don't be sad, Mr. Zhang said, everyone has to leave this world Some people are early, some people are late, but we can't live a bad life just because someone leaves."

After thinking for a while, he added: "Wo will be with you."

Jiang Chiyue felt heartwarming, and also forgot what she was complaining about her daughter's disrespect in her heart before. She patted her daughter's head, kowtowed to the ever-burning lamp, and led Yuan Bao out of the Changming Palace.

Looking at the well-preserved quaint buildings of the Taoist temple, he let out a sigh of relief, and then said to Yuan Bao: "Small man."

Yuan Bao was very proud, and proudly puffed out his chest.

Jiang Chiyue could tell that children are very forgetful, and Yuan Bao's memory about Jiang's mother is not much anymore, but this is a good thing!At least one sad person is missing.

Taking the daughter along the route in memory, he strolled to the backyard of Taoist Master Wuwei, only to see Zong Xiaolin and Mrs. Lin outside the door.

Both sides looked at each other.

Daoist Wuwei who came out later broke the silence.

Introduce to Jiang Chiyue first: "This is my sister and nephew."

Then introduce to Mrs. Lin: "This is my year-end friend."

Jiang Chiyue remembered that Mrs. Lin had said that her natal family was a Taoist priest from Maoshan.