"Mom, what is this?" Xixi's amber eyes widened, what is this thing, can you eat it?

He Xiyan said thank you to his aunt again.

I remember when I was a child, my aunt saw herself as if she had seen a plague god.

When she was eight years old, she once played at her aunt's house, and because she was hungry, she stole several artemisia poops that her aunt had left for her cousin in the cupboard. That time, her aunt scolded her to death, saying that she had been a thief at a young age, stealing food to eat, and that she had no education. She also called her parents over, saying that she didn't study well and was not behaving properly.

Since then, she has never wanted to eat what her aunt has made, until now.

He Xiyan didn't know that these bad memories would always remain in her mind, in fact, she would rather not remember them, but also hoped that in her memory, these relatives of hers were kind and loving.

Some hatred, maybe it's time to forget, because there's no point.

Many people are more selfish, and they can't be said to be bad, they are just more snobbish. When you are poor, she avoids you. When you are brilliant, she flatters you in every way.

But sometimes they are just bad to others, but they are still good to their families.

It's just that there is really no need to take some hatred to heart.

He Xiyan picked up a pair of chopsticks, and then stuffed a poop into her mouth, a very delicious artemisia poop, soft and delicate, not like she made it herself, rough and smelly of alkali powder.

Xixi saw that her mother ate it, and she also took a bite of it, and found that it tasted good, so she took one and handed it to her brother, saying:

"Brother, try it, I haven't seen this thing in Night City."

Yuan Yuan politely looked at her mother's aunt on the side, smiled and said, "Thank you, grandma." ”

The mother and son sat in the living room to rest for a while, and after a while, He Xiyan's uncle He Qingguo returned, and he came in with the most famous local feng shui master and famous fortune teller, Master Wang, whom he specially invited.

There are still many people on the man's side who believe in feng shui, whether it is building a house or burying a tomb or changing a tomb, they will ask a feng shui master to look at feng shui and draw an auspicious picture.

"Hello, Master Wang, I'm He Xiyan." After greeting the uncle, He Xiyan took the initiative to introduce himself.

"Hello." Master Wang nodded slightly.

Xixi and Yuan Yuan are laughing at the same end.

These two children only believe in science, and they scoff at this kind of crooked heresy such as feng shui, ghosts, and gods.

Xixi leaned into his brother's ear and said with a smile: "Brother, remember to record, and we'll see how he later." ”

"Master Wang, the coffin will be opened at ten o'clock tomorrow morning to pick up the bones, please come over early to give some guidance." He Xiyan said politely.

She respects these fortune tellers and feng shui masters, regardless of whether they are or really talented.

Master Wang frowned slightly, there seemed to be something condensed between his eyebrows, he nodded, and agreed.

Suddenly, he turned his head and suddenly looked at Xixi, who was three or four meters away from him, whispering something.

That look was like staring at the tide.

Xixi also noticed this, and the great immortal looked at him.

"Is there something wrong? Old man ......" Xixi pursed her lips and smiled, revealing her shallow dimples.

Master Wang frowned, and his tone suddenly became very stern, "This girl can't go to the cemetery tomorrow." ”