Fang Caixiu inserted the incense into the incense holder on the door while muttering to herself, "He Jinlu, come home!"

Yi Xiaomai wondered, "Sister, will the chopsticks really fall down?"

Yi Yami shrugged. "I don't know either. Anyway, I remember something similar happening when I was a kid. I fell down, it was just a matter of time."

Yi Xiaomai was skeptical.

Yi Xiaomai squatted on the ground and looked at the chopsticks, while looking in the direction of He Jinlu who was lying in the room.

"Sister, adults are so strange. Will Little Deer wake up if we do this?" Yi Xiaomai wondered.

"I don't know..." Yi Yami was not sure if this would work.

There were two candles lit on both sides of the rice, the candlelight burning slowly and swaying from time to time.

Yi Xiaomai squatted for a while and then fell asleep on the table.

Yi Yami was also a little sleepy, like a chicken pecking at rice.

A gust of wind blew, and with a snap, the chopsticks fell down.

Yi Yami opened his eyes, looked at the fallen chopsticks, and pushed Yi Xiaomai, "Brother, it fell down."

Yi Xiaomai opened her eyes and looked at the chopsticks, shocked. "Did it really fall?"

"Is Sister Xiaolu awake?" Yi Xiaomai asked in confusion.

Yi Yami pricked up her ears and listened carefully for any movement, but heard nothing. "Let's go, it's late, let's go to bed. When we wake up tomorrow, I guess Sister Xiaolu will be awake too."

"Yeah." Yi Xiaomai went back to her room obediently and went to sleep.

As soon as Yi Yami lay down, she heard Fang Caixiu's happy mumbling and the sound of footsteps heading to the kitchen. "Really? Thanks to our ancestors, thank God, the child is finally awake!"

Yi Yami curled her lips and fell asleep.

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