But this nanny is obviously very good at cooking, the color, flavor and type of these dishes are good, Ma Zhuang and I have been traveling long distances since the morning, and just now we went to the park to talk to Uncle Ren, and we were already hungry. But although we are guests, we are also juniors, so we both looked at Uncle Ren and his wife. Uncle Ren sat still, as if he was waiting for something. Aunt Ren held a long string of Buddhist beads in her hand, closed her eyes and began to chant mantras. This posture is familiar to me, but the voice is completely different from that of those naga women or azans, and it seems that they are chanting Mahayana sutras. I used to hear that monks had to recite the Iftar Sutra before eating, and it was also written in "Journey to the West" that Tang Seng only read half of it, and Zhu Bajie had already eaten a few bowls of rice over there.

Ten minutes later, Aunt Ren finished chanting and slowly pinched the chopsticks in her starting hand, and Ma Zhuang and I also picked up the chopsticks, but we didn't see anyone else move. At this time, I saw the nanny aunt leaning on the table with her elbows, clasping her fingers together, putting them in front of her nose, closing her eyes, and whispering something. I've seen this scene in foreign movies and dramas before, and it's not surprising that Christians pray before eating, as if "thank the Lord for giving us food" or something.

The nanny was heard reading: "The Prophet told us to eat less, drink less water, don't take medicine, don't see a doctor, don't use anything, and after death we can go to heaven, otherwise we will go to hell." You can't believe in ghosts, you can't believe in foreign gods, only the prophet is the only one. Today it's you and me, tomorrow it's me and him, and the day after tomorrow it's all of us......" I had never heard the words she uttered, and I thought it was ridiculous. I just felt ridiculous in my heart, and Ma Zhuang, who was sitting on my right, couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

I was surprised, everyone at the table looked at Ma Zhuang, but fortunately, he had a lot of eyes, and hurriedly coughed a few times to cover up. The nanny stopped and said, "Don't be silent when I'm praying." Ma Zhuang and I nodded again and again, and the nanny re-posed and continued to pray, still the same set of words, there were not many words from beginning to end, and it would be fine in about three minutes. At this time, I saw that Uncle Ren's daughter-in-law was already very impatient, so she picked up the chopsticks and began to eat, and we also joined in.

It took the two men twenty minutes just to pray, and the food and rice were cold, but they seemed to have long been used to it, and they still ate happily. No one spoke at the table, Ma Zhuang and I naturally didn't dare to speak, at most two minutes, Uncle Ren's granddaughter put down her chopsticks and left the table and went upstairs, no wonder, her bowl of rice was not enough for me. Then there was the nanny and Uncle Ren's daughter-in-law, and then Aunt Ren, and in the end, only the three of us were left. They went back to their rooms, and Uncle Ren looked at me and Ma Zhuang, and whispered apologetically: "If you can't eat enough, you can make up for it yourself when you go back!" However, after all, the nanny filled a bowl of rice for both of us, and I was quite full.

After the meal, the nanny cleaned up the table and asked me if Ma Zhuang and I were in a hurry to leave. Uncle Ren grabbed the words: "These two are my son's friends, from Beijing, I want to spend the night at home tonight, and tomorrow when my son comes back to talk about things, see if you can arrange a place for you?" The nanny thought about it and said that the only thing that can live is the utility room upstairs, and there is a folding bed in it, but your granddaughter can't let strangers live, or I'll go upstairs and let my bedroom be for these two guys to spend the night.

"Can Xiaolu agree?" asked Uncle Ren. The nanny said that it was almost, I had taken care of her for several years, and this little face could still be given. After saying that, the nanny went upstairs, and after a few minutes came down and said yes, she took the futon in her bedroom upstairs, and found a clean quilt and pillow and put it in the bedroom, so that we could spend the night together.

After Ma Zhuang and I thanked him, the nanny asked if we had anything to do now, Ma Zhuang hurriedly said no, the nanny beckoned to us mysteriously, let us into the bedroom that originally belonged to her, closed the door again, and took out a booklet from the drawer: "This is the gospel of the Prophet's Society, you read it slowly, and if you don't understand it, ask me." I know what fate is, this is, you two young men rushed all the way from Beijing to our house in Shijiazhuang, isn't this fate?"

Ma Zhuang took the booklet and opened it and looked at it, his expression was very confused, it seemed that he didn't understand. I didn't even have to look at the prayers at the dinner table, she didn't believe in any serious religion. Just as I was about to say something, I saw a porcelain statue on the table in the bedroom, a bare and upper-body man, only with a robe around his waist, his hair and beard were quite long, and he looked a little like Jesus in the church. But the difference is that Jesus was crucified and had a painful expression, which was to suffer for the sins of the world. But the man was lying flat on the ground, holding the cross high in front of his chest with his hands on his chest, and smiling, looking awkward.

"What kind of god is this?" I asked, pointing to the idol. The babysitter's face suddenly changed color, and she rushed over and knocked my finger off, and it hurt. She was very angry and said that she couldn't point out, this is the Almighty Prophet, how can she be so disrespectful? I smiled wryly and said that I am not from you rescue prophets, so you don't need to kneel, and it is okay to apologize.

The nanny said that you must kneel, otherwise the Prophet will start a fire and draw the fire into your house and burn your family to death. I was unhappy in my heart, but I didn't want to hear them, so I knelt on the mat in front of the table and folded my hands together to apologize. The nanny then resumed saying that in the future, it is necessary to remember that you must not be disrespectful to the prophet. Ma Zhuang and I looked at each other, and I thought to myself, when you go upstairs to sleep, will you still know what we say and do, and you won't have to stay in this bedroom when you wake up the next day.

The nanny seemed to read our thoughts, and said solemnly, "Don't think that I don't know what you do, the prophet will tell me when the time comes!" She went outside to tidy up the room, and Ma Zhuang and I sat on the edge of the bed in the bedroom, flipping through the booklet. The words on the cover read: "Prophetic Doctrines" and two lines of small print underneath: "All parishioners must study carefully and beware of the invasion of evil intentions." From the beginning, the first paragraph reads, "Salvation is coming, and the world knows it." If you don't believe in the prophets, you will go to hell".

Ma Zhuang and I looked at it while flipping through it, and the content was messy, most of them were words from the Bible, but they were broken up again, and a few sentences and a few other paragraphs were all vulgar vernacular. But the main thing is that the prophet is so powerful and omnipotent, you must listen to him, otherwise you will be unlucky.

"Do you understand?" I asked Ma Zhuang with a smile.

He pouted and threw the pamphlet on the table, and said, "What a doctrine, a nondescript thing!" and pointed to the porcelain statue on the table, saying that at first glance it is not a serious God, and it looks like Jesus, but in fact it is not at all, looking at that expression, it looks like a little rascal, and I don't know where it is a prophet, whether it is still a cult.