Led by Zhang Xiaomo, the group arrived at a manor. "Zhuangyi?" Ma Hehua murmured, feeling a strange unease.
"bump!"
Ma Linghua slapped her on the back of the head, "You read it backwards."
Seeing that her mother was about to get angry, she quickly read it again, "Yizhuang? That name sounds familiar! I feel like I've heard it somewhere before." Ma Hehua scratched her head.
Ma Linghua; "……………………"
Ma Lihua; "……………………"
Should she tell her mother that the mortuary is a place for the dead?
"But why does this place feel so gloomy?" Without saying a word, she banged on the door.
"Squeak..."
With a creak, the old door slowly opened, as if telling the story of the vicissitudes of time.
A man appeared at the doorway, his back slightly hunched, as if carrying a heavy burden.
His hair was already gray and dull, like silver threads dyed by the years.
His eyes were somewhat cloudy, revealing a sense of weariness and confusion, as if he had experienced too many ups and downs and lost his former brilliance.
His face is etched with the marks of time; every wrinkle is like a brand of life, recording his hardships and perseverance.
He wore a tattered, patched-up garment, which, along with the old door behind him, created a sense of profound loneliness and desolation.
The moment he opened the door, time seemed to freeze, with only the sound of the door opening echoing in the air.
"Hello, sir. They say guests are welcome from afar. Do you have any food here? There aren't many of us, so just a few meat and vegetable dishes will do. Seven or eight dishes will be fine. Please make more rice!" Ma Hehua's square face was full of anticipation.
elder;"…………………………"
Look at my conditions, do you think I can even manage to do it?
Her words stunned Zhang Xiaomo and the old Taoist priest. After thinking about it, they realized that this was indeed Ma Hehua's style. The two looked at the old man with pitiful expressions.
Ma Lihua felt that her mother's demands were too high. She didn't necessarily need meat and vegetables; she just wanted more rice.
elder;"…………………………"
Ma Linghua thought that since the mortuary was built so large and well, it should be able to cook seven or eight dishes! It would be best to use more oil and cook more rice.
elder;"…………………………"
"Turn left and walk 100 meters, there's a small road that leads directly to Xiaodi Village. Take care, I won't see you off." *Bang!* The door slammed shut in one smooth motion.
What the hell?! Seven or eight dishes, and he only eats one himself, which is pickled vegetables. What makes him think he can afford meat? You're all dreaming! Hurry up and head down the mountain! Otherwise, things will get complicated tonight.
Zhang Xiaomo; "…………………………"
He knew that, judging from the old man's dark face, he would definitely not let them in.
"Hey! Who is it! They didn't even invite me in for a cup of tea." Ma Hehua pouted.
The group did not leave; Ma Hehua defiantly went and hunted a few chickens herself.
"Bang!"
She threw the chicken on the ground and said fiercely, "Xiao Mo, it's up to you now. Roast it as fragrant as possible, and we'll eat it right outside his door."
Speechless, Zhang Xiaomo had no choice but to do as he was told, and asked the old Taoist priest to dig up some mud, intending to make beggar's chicken.
But there are no lotus leaves!
Looking at the banana grove beside him, he had a sudden inspiration: the banana leaves could also be used.
He walked into the banana grove, spotted a tall banana tree, and without saying a word, climbed up and picked more than a dozen bananas. When he came down, he slid down.
He happily took the leaf and left, unaware that the red rope tied to the banana tree had fallen to the ground, accompanied by a clear bell sound.
He seemed to hear it, but thought he was hallucinating, so he didn't pay attention. The banana tree he climbed was covered in white sap, which gave off a faint fragrance.
Seeing the large, emerald-green banana leaf he was holding, the old Taoist priest asked curiously, "Where did you get this?"
"There's a banana grove over there, and it took a lot of hard work to pick these bananas," he said sadly.
The old Taoist priest looked at the banana leaf and wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the leaf was emitting a faint white mist. He looked again, but there was nothing there.
After working for an hour, it was two o'clock. The group took out chicken wrapped in banana leaves from the fire pit, and I must say, it tasted amazing.
"It smells so good! It has a faint milky scent." Ma Lihua has a very keen nose.
"Smell..."
"No, it only smells like tender chicken butts." Ma Hehua smelled the chicken with a look of utter delight.
Ma Linghua; "……………………"
Ma Lihua; "……………………"
Fine! Whatever makes you happy.
Zhang Xiaomo was taken aback. Something's not right! It clearly smells like sandalwood. Could there be something wrong with his nose?
I must say, the aroma is intoxicating, but at this time, let's eat beggar's chicken instead!
Ma Hehua cheekily wafted the aroma of chicken through the crack in the door, standing at the entrance to let the fragrance waft in from every angle.
"Mother, why don't you call out a couple of times?" Ma Lihua suggested.
"Lotus! After he eats the meat, just throw in that banana leaf that's been soaked in the flavor, and he'll be drooling with envy," Ma Linghua suggested.
Zhang Xiaomo; "…………………………"
Can't you just be a decent human being?
The old Taoist priest: "…………………………"
They're definitely from the same family; their malicious intentions are crystal clear.
The old man in the mortuary swallowed hard, thinking about the wine he had buried for several years. This chicken with the wine... ah... that would be better than being a living god!
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