The next day, the two men went to sell cakes as usual, and business was still good.

Su Wei saw Zhao's mother again. Zhao Yingdi accompanied her today. They came to worship Buddha again. Zhao's mother's face, full of wrinkles, was numb, and her legs were a little bowed, making it seem like she had difficulty walking.

Zhao Yingdi was wiping her tears while saying something. When she looked up, she saw Su Wei. She was stunned for a moment, obviously wondering why Su Wei was here. Then she saw Chen Yan beside Su Wei and the stall they had set up.

Su Wei is actually selling things here?

Su Wei saw her staring at him, so he looked back. But Zhao Yingdi withdrew his gaze. Because Zhao's mother was unsteady, Zhao Yingdi hurried to support her: "Mom, grandma is not here, you don't have to kowtow so hard."

Mother Zhao glared at her fiercely: "What do you know, you little girl? If you are not sincere, the Bodhisattva will not bless you well."

This time she must give birth to a son.

Zhao Yingdi was scolded and didn't dare to speak.

At noon, Su Wei had sold the last of his pancakes and was packing up when he saw Zhao's mother and Zhao Yingdi again.

Unlike the sad expression in the morning, Zhao's mother had a smile on her face. She was holding a cloth bag in her hand and whispering something to Zhao Yingdi.

Chen Yan came over at some point, followed her gaze, glanced at Zhao Yingdi and her daughter, then looked away.

Su Wei asked him, "Have you ever been to a temple?"

“Yes.”

"To worship God?"

Chen Yan nodded. It was rare for him to say a few more words: "That year my father was ill. My mother took me to worship the gods and donated a hundred coins for incense, but in the end my father still died."

After he said that, he glared fiercely at the temple on the mountain.

That hundred coins is the only silver money left in the family...

Su Wei “…”

Chen Yan is indeed a pragmatic young man.

If God doesn’t bless me, I don’t believe in God.