Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 121 The ghost pilgrim’s wish
Jiang Fuyuan didn't sleep for too long. She was woken up by hunger just after noon.

She sat up and slowly hugged the quilt to wake up. Her rumbling stomach and her still-unawake brain were fighting. One of them urged her to get up and eat, while the other tried desperately to convince her that she would not die from starvation, so she should lie back in the warmth. The first priority is getting under the covers.

After a while, she couldn't help but bury her face in the warm quilt, muttering her unrealistic fantasy: "Why can't people eat and sleep at the same time..."

Outside the house, Fatty and Steamed Bun heard her vague whisper through the door and knew that Jiang Fuluan was awake.

The steamed bun had just been beaten to death by Little Fatty, and now he was very motivated. He was eager to express his loyalty to his master immediately, so that he could follow him closely and gain some merit.

As soon as it spread its legs and was about to rush into the house, a pair of slightly cold hands grabbed the back of its neck.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you going to do!"

The four dangling claws scratched desperately, but they couldn't scratch the culprit behind him.

Xiaopang slapped its butt to signal it to be quiet.

"The master is a woman."

Steamed Bun was puzzled: "Of course I know she is a woman, what does this have to do with you arresting me! Let me go!"

Xiaopang changed his left hand to support its belly, and his right hand stroked its back along the fur, and patiently explained: "There are rules in the world. Women need time to dress up after waking up. We should wait patiently outside. This is polite. "

"If you want to go out with the master next time, you have to learn the rules of the world."

Steamed Bun was a little unhappy, muttering about how troublesome the rules of the world were.

After the ghosts and beasts waited for a while, Xiaopang finally raised his voice and said: "Master, I have sorted out the prayer books of the pilgrims. Do you want to take a look now?"

Jiang Fuyuan's lazy voice came from inside the door: "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and Jiang Fuyuan sat at the table, slowly drinking tea to soothe his throat.

Xiaopang walked over, took out the booklet from the soul bottle on his waist and handed it to her: "There are a total of 28 ghost pilgrims coming to offer incense these days."

Jiang Fuyuan didn't answer, and looked down at the steamed buns at Xiaopang's feet: "Why are you willing to move today?"

Ever since he became the family's magical beast, this Pixiu's daily life has been spent either eating or sleeping, relying on a little bit of the beast's blood to intimidate little ghosts and monsters within a hundred miles. More than three laps.

She thought it was going to spend the rest of its life just eating and waiting to die, but now it was in a rare spirit.

Steamed Bun stretched out his tongue and licked his nose, smelling the fragrance of oranges on the table.

But now is not the time for oranges.

It swung its tail and said, "I've always been willing to move. It's because you were away from home all day long and didn't see my good posture."

Xiaopang pursed his lips to suppress a smile and said helpfully: "Steamed buns are actually very energetic. They just said that they are willing to help the ghost pilgrims realize their wishes."

"Oh? Really?" Jiang Fuyuan raised her eyebrows and reached out to open the prayer book.

Xiaopang's small regular script is very good, and the records in the prayer book are clear and clear, which makes people feel comfortable to read.

Jiang Fuyuan nodded with satisfaction: "Fat Ya, with your skills, it would be a pity not to be an accountant. Why don't we leave all the accounting books in our house to you, and you can save a lot of money."

Fatty: ...

Even the donkey in the flour shop wouldn't dare to do this. Wouldn't his master's conscience hurt?
Looking at Jiang Fuyuan's curved lips and smile in her bright eyes, he knew that he was being amused by her again.

After teasing Xiaopang every day, Jiang Fuyuan was satisfied and opened the prayer book, looking at the various wishes of his ghost pilgrims page by page.

This person wants to find his favorite little ornaments and bury them together. It’s simple. I’ll tell him where they are later.

This person wants to ask Mengxiang to ask his family to change into a lake blue shroud, and Xiaopang can help him arrange to go into his family's dream tonight.

This is a good meal, roasted duck, roasted goose and the eight-year-old Huadiao from Zuixianglou?Hiss...it makes her even hungrier. I won't do this.

Next……

After flipping through most of the book, Jiang Fuyuan tapped her fingers on the table and asked Fatty: "Do you feel a little strange?" Fatty was puzzled: "What's wrong? Is there any wish that shouldn't appear in it?"

What most ghosts want is nothing more than their own small unfulfilled wishes and the well-being of their family members who are still alive.

He remembered that they were all ordinary, everyday wishes.

Jiang Fuyuan paused with her fingers and suddenly turned a few pages forward and then a few pages back. After going back and forth several times, she pointed at a few lines of words.

"Look at these wishes, do they all look similar?"

Xiaopang and Steamed Bun came forward at the same time and saw the wishes of four ghosts written in the places she pointed to. Although the names of the ghosts were different, their wishes were surprisingly consistent.

They are all praying for their family members to wake up soon.

Steamed Bun tilted his head and guessed: "Is it a coincidence? The human body is so fragile, maybe he is sick?"

Xiaopang nodded in agreement and said: "What Mantou said makes sense. I remember that these ghosts came at different times. Two came in the early morning and two came in the late night. They didn't know each other either. , maybe it’s just a coincidence that everyone in the family is sick?”

Jiang Fuyuan groaned. Steamed Bun and Xiaopang's guess was not impossible. If it was really a physical illness, praying to God would be useless.

[How about introducing Dr. Lu to the families of these ghost pilgrims? 】

[I don’t know if Dr. Lu is willing to come to the house for consultation. 】

While she was thinking about how to help the ghost pilgrim, Uncle Zhao's voice came from outside the door.

"Madam, lunch is ready. Should it be brought here for you, or should you go to the dining room to eat it?"

When he heard the word "eat", Steamed Bun's eyes instantly lit up like light bulbs, and a long strand of silver stretched out from the corner of his mouth, moistening the corner of the prayer book.

Then, in the little fat man's reproachful eyes, he made a sound and tried hard to suck back the saliva.

Jiang Fuyuan: "...Let's go, let's eat first."

Ke family dining hall.

When Ke Mingsong and Ke Mingbai learned that they could finally have a meal with their mother today, the two Zaizai couldn't hide their excitement. It had been a long time since they had a good meal with Jiang Fuyuan.

Excited as they were, the preparation procedures that should be done before the meal could not be missed. The two Zaizai obediently waited for the maid to bring a basin of warm water, preparing to wash their hands before the meal.

Ke Mingsong is slightly taller and can wash his hands by himself, while Ke Mingbai has short legs and can only ask his brother for help.

Xiaozai looked back from time to time to see if Jiang Fuyuan had come in from the door, and urged anxiously: "Brother, brother, please let Shui touch my hand, and I will rush to have dinner with Aniang~"

Ke Mingsong responded, still soaping up his brother's hands in an orderly manner, rubbing his fingers, and washing his chubby hands carefully.

As soon as the two of them washed their hands, Jiang Fuyuan walked into the dining room with Steamed Bun and Xiaopang.

"Grandma!" Xiao Zai cheered, and Le Dian Dian ran over to act like a baby, "I want to sit next to Grandma!"

Jiang Fuyuan smiled and patted his little head: "Okay, you sit on grandma's left side, and the eldest child sits on grandma's right side."

After they were seated in this position, Uncle Zhao asked his servants to serve the dishes.

The favorite dishes of Jiang Fuyuan and Zaizai were served one after another, and the last dish was lotus root slices with honey sauce.

Uncle Zhao placed the honey-glazed lotus root slices in front of Jiang Fuyuan and said, "General Zhong asked the kitchen of the General's Mansion to make this specially, and this was also delivered at the same time."

With that said, he handed a piece of paper to Jiang Fuyuan and then withdrew.

It is a rule set by Jiang Fuyuan not to leave anyone waiting when eating. After all, their dining table situation is a bit special. For example, there is always a place on the table with tableware but no one is there. For example, her cat can serve on the table and knows how to do it. Eat two-thirds of the dish...

Jiang Fuyuan opened the note and saw the bold and powerful handwriting on it, which was written by Zhong Liefeng.

"Little Phoenix, I have been temporarily assigned to investigate the case of sleeping sickness in Jingzhou. I'm afraid I won't be able to see you again for a few days, so I wrote a handwritten letter. Don't read it."

(End of this chapter)