"He told me to just call him grandpa, but you still call the village chief grandpa, which means that in your opinion, the village chief's status comes before grandpa."
"Before he passed away, he only asked me to stay by his side, and he also gave me his inheritance."
Yan Xianjue counted the numbers one by one on his fingers to Fatty.
No matter how much Pangdun has been taught by the village chief and knows more than other children of the same age, he is still a child of kindergarten age.
He actually didn't quite understand what Yan Xianjue said, but his eyes gradually cracked as he listened to Yan Xianjue's narration.
Not far away, Yan Ci, biting into an ice cream he had gotten from nowhere, said to Yan Yian, "I've already said it before, the biggest jerk in the family is Yan Xianjue."
Yan Ci shook his head in disapproval: "Even if it's true, how could he tell such a cruel truth to such a young child?"
Half a minute later, he realized that Yan Yian seemed to have not answered him.
Yan Ci couldn't help but turn his head to look at Yan Yian's expression, only to see him touching his chin with a look of deep thought.
Yan Ci couldn't help but feel curious: "Brother, what are you thinking about?"
Yan Yian: "I didn't think anything."
Yan Ci said he didn't believe it, but Yan Yian hadn't finished speaking.
He just continued, "I'm just looking at one possibility."
Yan Ci became even more curious and asked with rare patience: "What's the possibility?"
Yan Yian said confidently, "There's a possibility of prying a child from Yan Xianjue."
Yan Ci's pupils trembled and he took two steps back on the spot.
"You're crazy," he said firmly.
Who normally would want to raise a juvenile form of Yan Xianjue? But why can't Yan Yian do that?
"May I ask, how do you want to pry it open?"
Yan Yian: "Wait."
Yan Ci didn't understand the double entendre in Yan Yian's words for a moment.
What Yan Yian meant was that based on the performance of Yan Xianjue and Shen Fangli just now, he could just wait for a child to appear out of nowhere, just like Yan's father and mother did in the past.
What Yan Ci understood was that you just have to wait and see.
Okay, Yan Ci changed the question: "Then why does it have to be Yan Xianjue's child? Can't mine? Can't my eldest sister's? Can't my second sister's?"
Yan Yian: “…”
Yan Yian said coldly, "Because you guys don't even have a partner."
Although he was not sure whether Yan Xianjue and Shen Fangli had plans to have children in the future, compared to the others, there was at least some hope.
At least basic human biological common sense tells him that children will not appear out of thin air among those single guys.
Yan Yian's words fully demonstrated how low his expectations of Yan Ci were: "As long as you don't suddenly say you want to have a wedding with your mouse and keyboard one day, that's fine."
Yan Ci: “???”
Yan Ci said this was a complete slander: "Even Lin Shi wouldn't do such a perverted thing."
It is obvious that Lin Shi has now become a perverted unit of measurement in the Yan family.
Mother Yan was also speechless. She glared at Yan Xianjue and said unhappily, "Take him to the Taoist temple to play."
Yan Xianjue was full of resistance. He didn't want to play with a crying kid.
Shen Fangli tugged at his clothes behind his back, signaling him to stop bullying the kids.
Yan Xianjue snorted, "Okay, stop crying. I'll make you the Fat Master of the Taoist Temple, okay?"
Everyone: “…”
Mother Yan held her forehead helplessly: "Yan Xianjue."
Being called by your mother's full name is very intimidating in the entire flower-growing family.
Yan Xianjue straightened his lazy body in an instant.
Maimai's mother tried to hold back her laughter. She patted Fatty's head and said, "Why don't you thank your brother?"
Although Fatty was crying, he still said thank you politely: "Thank you, brother, for taking me to the Taoist temple."
Yan Xianjue: “…”
[Help, what kind of politeness is this, little pig?]
Shen Fangli began to laugh silently and crazily.
The veins on Yan's mother's forehead were about to pop out.
"Okay, go play, wait a minute..."
Yan's mother couldn't think of who to ask to call them, so Mai Mai's mother took over and said, "I'll ask Mai Mai to call you back later."
Yan's mother nodded, saying that Yan Xianjue couldn't help much here anyway.
Instead of just sitting here, it would be better to let him take Shen Fangli around.
"It's a good opportunity to take Lili for a walk. The scenery around here is quite nice."
"You can pick some dates from the tree and eat them."
Yan Xianjue nodded: "Okay."
Before setting off, Yan Xianjue reminded Shen Fangli that the place they were going to today required walking on a mountain road, which was not suitable for wearing a skirt.
Shen Fangli specially prepared several sets of casual clothes with long pants and long sleeves.
She carried a brand new small basket in one hand and held Yan Xianjue’s arm with the other: “I feel like Little Red Riding Hood out to pick mushrooms.”
Yan Xianjue held Fatty in one hand and Shen Fangli in the other: "Then what am I? The big bad wolf who came out to catch Little Red Riding Hood?"
He picked up the fat boy and shook him in front of his eyes: "Here is a little helper."
Seeing Fatty shaking from being shaken by him, Shen Fangli was worried that he might fall, so she said angrily, "Be careful."
Yan Xianjue uttered a "tsk" sound: "It's okay, he won't fall."
Fatty was not afraid either, as if he was used to this height.
When they arrived at the entrance of the Taoist temple and were put on the ground by Yan Xianjue, a look of disappointment appeared on his face.
But after jumping twice on the ground, Pangdun regained his spirit and walked into the Taoist temple as if he was familiar with the way.
Yan Xianjue and Shen Fangli walked behind him holding hands.
Shen Fangli looked around: "Has it been renovated?"
When Yan Xianjue told her about it before, it didn’t seem as new as it is now.
Yan Xianjue hummed, "My parents hired someone to renovate it, but it was just a rough renovation, not a complete rebuild. Luckily, the original structure was in good condition."
Maybe his grandfather used his money to save the house, so although it looks dilapidated on the outside, the foundation is still there.
"Is there no one here now?"
Yan Xianjue said "hmm" again, and he led her inside. When they reached a place where the threshold was higher, he did not forget to remind her to watch her step.
"There's no name here."
Without Yan Xianjue's explanation, Shen Fangli had noticed this just now. There were only two words "Taoist Temple" on the plaque at the door.
Instead of the commonly seen naming style of "XX View".
Yan Xianjue's smile had faded since he entered the place. "Because they have no intention of reviving the Taoist temple, this is now just a place for passersby to rest their feet and drink some thirst-quenching tea."
While the two were talking, Fatty had already skillfully filled half a basin of water under the faucet, and then he took out a rag that looked like it had been used for a long time from somewhere, dipped it in the faucet, and then began to climb up and down to wipe it.
Seeing this scene, Yan Xianjue burst out laughing: "I really made the right decision to appoint him as the temple master. When he graduates from university and can't find a job, he can come back and inherit this Taoist temple."
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