The young monk, holding a bag of copper coins, followed his master away, unaware of what was going on.
Amian poked her head out and said, "She's speaking in such a mysterious way, I can't understand her."
“You’re not allowed to disrespect your master,” Meng Chijian pinched her left cheek, “and he’s only saying nice things about you.”
"Mmm." (I understand.)
After attending the funeral, before it got dark, they loaded the remaining belongings onto a donkey cart and swaggered back to Qingshan Village.
Upon entering Qingshan Village, A-Mian once again caused a sensation.
"My goodness! I brought back a plaque from a funeral!"
"What does this say? I don't recognize it, Big Head. Don't you know a few words? Read it to me!"
Da Tou recognized the characters for "noodles" and "wind," and under the expectant gazes of the crowd, he braced himself and said, "This means that Ah Mian... makes noodles that make people want to eat more, and feel as cool as a breeze on their skin."
"No wonder! She used to work in a food stall, so her skills are naturally good."
Isn't it true that their Qingshan Village has produced a little culinary genius? Everyone felt very honored, as if they had also benefited greatly from A-Mian's family's success.
Meng Chijian pushed open the door to his home. He had been busy and exhausted these past two days, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief when he got home.
“I’ll hang this plaque up,” A-Mian said, leading A-Dou to the donkey shed.
"Go and eat something first, I'll hang this up."
Meng Chijian carried a wooden ladder out of the woodshed, lifted the plaque that read "Filial Piety and Benevolence," and when his hand reached behind the plaque, he seemed to touch something.
He frowned and found a note tucked inside, with tiny handwriting on it:
Please forgive me for what happened in the past.
—I have only one question to ask: ask yourself honestly, are you truly in love with him, or are you just used to his care?
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