No matter how bad the business is, it still has to be open.

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Liu Xiaoai wrapped a dumpling with leek and pork, hoping that this year would be smooth and prosperous, and make a fortune by the way.

Liu Xiaoai felt that she and Chen Song were both people with no luck, and they caught up with every good time, but they missed any opportunity to make a fortune in vain.

The year before last, I finally gritted my teeth and closed my eyes to open a store, and I caught up with the worst decline in the real economy, and now it is half dead.

Liu Xiaoai put a plate of dumplings next to the stove, and muttered in her mouth: "God, God of Wealth, Lord of the Stove, I made dumplings for you, you all try them, I hope you bless our family of three, happy and smooth, healthy and healthy, it would be better if you could make a small fortune by the way." We don't ask for more, we just ask for food and clothing and a little extra money. Thank you all three. ”

Liu Xiaoai saw her grandparents read it like this when she was a child, and she also saw her parents read it like this in front of the three great gods, but she still can't remember how she said it.

Chen Song had already been hungry to death, pushed open the kitchen door, and saw that Liu Xiaoai didn't know what he was babbling about, so he asked directly: "Wife, are the dumplings ready, my stomach is hungry." ”

Liu Xiaoai said: "Okay, I just gave it to Grandpa God, the God of Wealth, and the Lord of the Stove, and finished the offering." Now I'll bring it out for us to eat. ”

Chen Song didn't say anything, so he came over to prepare dumplings.

It's good to have a common way of life and hometown customs, at least Chen Song didn't laugh at her when he knew that Liu Xiaoai was chattering.

Liu Xiaoai sometimes feels a little funny herself. She didn't even offer the portraits of these three immortals, she just offered them out of thin air.

It's also too rudimentary.

But if Liu Xiaoai really bought three fairy portraits to hang at home, she felt that it was really not like that.

Liu Xiaoai was not a superstitious person when she was a child, but the more she grew up, the more superstitious she became.

But the truly superstitious people will not do it so simply.

In the final analysis, superstition is nothing more than a spiritual sustenance.

But Xiaobao didn't understand this, when he followed Chen Song into the kitchen to serve dumplings, he heard Liu Xiaoai say something like offering, what stove prince, so he asked curiously: "Mom, who is the stove prince?" ”

Liu Xiaoai thought of the statement of her hometown, so she said very reverently: "Lord Stove is a god who can bless the health and safety of adults and children, so my mother will offer them some dumplings." ”

Xiaobao nodded as if he didn't understand, but asked curiously: "Mom, where is the Lord of the Stove, does he have a mouth?" Will you eat these dumplings? ”

Tong Yan was unscrupulous, but Liu Xiaoai felt that she was too disrespectful to the immortals, so she hurriedly vomited on the ground a few times.

She hurriedly said to the shadow that there was no air: "Lord Stove, don't blame you, the child is not sensible, don't be like him." This is my son, please bless him. ”

Liu Xiaoai didn't use the honorific title "you" when talking to anyone, but was so respectful to the Lord of the Stove.

Liu Xiaoai didn't want Xiaobao to say anything to offend the immortals, so she hurriedly said to Xiaobao: "Xiaobao, quickly bring this plate of dumplings to the table, eat it quickly, you don't have to come over." “

Xiaobao wanted to say something more and ask something, but was directly kicked out by her mother.

Liu Xiaoai also came over with a large round tea tray, which was full of ingot-like dumplings.