Bei Nan had a temporary kitchen set up, and even prepared several special kitchen stoves. The chef from Wangfujing was really good. Whether it was guests from Beijing or villagers from the village, they all praised it highly and said that they would definitely go to Wangfujing Hotel if they had the chance in the future.
Grandma Yan was numb from receiving so many gifts, but she was in an unusually good mood. Under the constant nourishment of Yan Xiaonan's mountain god aura, she even drank a little wine.
After the birthday party, the grandest ceremony began. On a decorated food truck, there was a multi-tiered, pagoda-shaped birthday cake. The top tier had a red one and two zeros forming a hundred, along with a string of birthday wishes.
Yan Xiaonan took out two golden crowns, put one on Grandma Yan's head and the other on her own, and pushed the cake in front of her grandmother. Grandma Yan frowned and said, "My dear child, where is your birthday cake?"
Yan Xiaonan pointed to the next layer of cake and said, "Grandma, look, there are words on the bottom, that's my birthday cake."
Grandma Yan was happy as long as her baby had some. The two of them made a wish together, while Bei Nan turned off the lights, and the entire living room suddenly became dark.
Fu Bao then turned on a ring of colorful lights around them, and Liu Jin began to lead the singing: "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to grandma, happy birthday to auntie..."
The grandmother and granddaughter smiled at each other and blew out the candles together. Of course, Grandma Yan blew them out in small sips, worried that if she used too much force, her dentures would fall out and no one would be able to eat the cake.
The candles were blown out, applause erupted, and the lights shone as brightly as day. Amidst the applause, Grandma Yan took a bite of her birthday cake. The cake was soft and sweet, its sweetness warming the hearts of both grandmother and granddaughter.
After the birthday party ended, everyone went to their respective places to rest. Yan Xiaonan helped her grandmother wash up, then took a shower herself, and returned to her grandmother's room to sleep with her.
Grandma Yan sat on the kang (a heated brick bed), looking at the moon outside the window. The gentle moonlight poured down like flowing water, illuminating the entire window frame and Grandma Yan's happy and content face.
"Nan Nan, my precious baby, I am so lucky, and the Yan family is so fortunate to have you. Thank you, I have no regrets in dying because you are with me in this life."
Grandma Yan kept waiting for Yan Xiaonan, feeling that there were some things she needed to say before it was too late.
"Grandma gave birth to three sons. The eldest and the youngest are both excellent, but the second one is the only one Grandma didn't raise well. It's Grandma's fault. Fortunately, she was strict enough to take care of the second one..."
Yan Xiaonan understood her grandmother's meaning and said with a smile, "Grandma, I understand what you mean. If Second Uncle passes away in the future, let Yan Ge put his memorial tablet in the Yan family ancestral hall."
Grandma Yan smiled. She was indeed her little darling. She understood everything without having to say a word.
"Grandma is tired and wants to sleep. Baby, go to your room to sleep," Grandma Yan said.
Yan Xiaonan found it a bit strange, as she had been sleeping with her grandmother for the past few days. But since her grandmother wanted to sleep alone, she decided to go along with it.
Grandma Yan got off the kang (a heated brick bed) and took out a handkerchief that was almost in pieces from her dowry chest. It was a betrothal gift her husband had given her when they were young.
"Old man, I'll be joining you soon, wait for me."
Grandma Yan lay down, clutched the handkerchief in her hand, and closed her eyes.
Yan Xiaonan suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. Her heart felt like it had been struck by lightning. Her consciousness spread, and the whole house was quiet, without a trace of anything unusual.
Ye Chenming was sleeping soundly beside the children, Ye Ren was also sleeping peacefully, and Grandma was sleeping even more soundly. Wait, why wasn't Grandma's chest rising and falling?
The mountain god's aura rushed over, but returned intact. Yan Xiaonan's heart skipped a beat. He then directed the mountain god's aura towards Ye Ren, who stirred in his sleep and absorbed the aura.
Once again, the mountain god's aura was directed at Grandma Yan, but it was reversed again. After several such repetitions, Yan Xiaonan's tears streamed down her face. She knew that her grandmother was gone, having lived to be a hundred years old.
Ye Chenming was awakened by Yan Xiaonan's sobs. He turned on the light, and under the light, Yan Xiaonan's eyes were already bloodshot, and her face was pale.
The three children were completely bewildered. What had happened? Their mother had never been so heartbroken before. What could have caused this?
Suddenly struck by a sudden inspiration, Ye Chenming glanced in the direction of Grandma Yan's house and asked with difficulty, "Nannan, is it Grandma...?"
The children all understood. Enming jumped up, her eyes shining brightly, and her glares flew towards Grandma Yan like daggers, but just like Yan Xiaonan, they were all bounced back.
Enming was anxious. His eyes, like his mother's, could heal people's ailments. Why couldn't he send them out? Was his great-grandmother really beyond cure?
Ye Chenming silently put on his clothes and helped Yan Xiaonan get dressed as well. Then he went out and knocked on every door. Yan Xiaonan closed her eyes, took the child, and went to Grandma Yan's house, turning on the light.
The lanterns in the Yan family home lit up again, but the red exteriors had been replaced with white ones. The guests who came to celebrate Grandma Yan's birthday all lowered their heads and silently shed tears.
The mourning hall was quickly set up. Yan Daqiang directed Yan Aiguo and the others to carry a coffin out of a room in the backyard. Although the coffin was not made of extremely precious materials such as golden nanmu, it was still made of rosewood.
Cuihua, Xue Ying, and Yan Xiaonan changed Grandma Yan's clothes, tidied her appearance, and then carried her into the coffin. Judging from Yan Xiaonan's actions, it seemed that they planned to bury the coffin directly instead of burying the ashes.
Yan Daqiang was a little worried; what if someone...
Yan Xiaonan walked out to the outer perimeter of the backyard of the ancestral hall, where there was an open space. The ancestral hall was originally built as the burial place for Grandma Yan.
The superpower activated, turning the earth upside down, with all the soil leaping outwards. Slowly, a rectangular tomb was formed, though it seemed to have been dug a bit too deep.
Yan Xiaonan didn't know where his grandfather's coffin had gone, but he had heard his uncle say that his grandfather's clothes were buried in the Yan family's old graves, but decades had passed and the clothes must have turned to dust.
Yan Xiaonan used her supernatural ability to dig out all the soil from the grave and put it into Grandma Yan's grave. In any case, this can be considered a joint burial.
The funeral was a grand affair, with all the villagers of Mushroom Village turning out to follow the Yan family and attend the funeral of this centenarian.
After the funeral, to express their gratitude, the Yan family held a tofu soup dinner to thank everyone for coming to send their grandmother off on her final journey. However, to their surprise, after the dinner, not a single bowl or chopstick was left on the table.
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