[Stone Gambling Antiques] Palm Eye Lingpupil

Under the instructions of Mo Qingyun and He Guanjue, Luo Jiasheng and He Guanyan are trying to make all the places in the house visible, while Mo Fan stays in the kitchen alone, cooking in full swing in front of the stove.

"Brother Mo, you're here." Mo Qingyun smiled at Mo Yi.

55. Reunion Dinner

"Yeah." Mo Yi took off his coat and put it on the sofa: "Do it well."

Mo Qingyun nodded, watching Mo Yi walk into the kitchen where none of them could get in.

Mo Fan is cutting onions at this time, and onions emit a pungent gas and juice when they are cut, so when cutting onions, it is easy to cry while cutting.

After receiving the onion and knife from Mo Fan, Mo Yi naturally took Mo Fan's place: "You do other things first."

"You shouldn't have come in." Mo Fan looked at Mo Yi, who was still quite skilled in knife skills, and stood still without moving.

"Our surname just so happens to be Mo." Mo Yi's words seemed unintentional.

Mo Fan knew that few of the things Mo Yi decided could be changed by foreign objects, so he turned around and faced the pool to wash the green peppers.When he was in the warehouse that time, he ignored Mo Yi's words, firstly because of Uncle Qin's words, and secondly because he wanted to test Mo Yi's bottom line, but judging from the situation during this period, Mo Fan felt more Something is wrong.

For a person like him, what exactly is there that Mo Yi covets?

When there are two people in the kitchen, the efficiency is also much faster. No one eats lunch, because Mo Fan is not good at making stewed vegetables, so Luo Jiasheng and the others just let Luo Jiasheng and the others eat what they brought out for everyone to taste. full.

Night fell quickly, and Mo Fan and Mo Yi brought one dish after another to the dining table. The aroma of these dishes made everyone wander around the table that day.

Braised mei platter, garlic and white meat cabbage rolls, steamed anchovies, boiled shrimp, diced chicken with pepper and cashew nuts, beer duck, pork with taro, sweet and sour pork ribs, clear water elbow flowers, steamed pearl balls, pine nuts and corn, family portrait, spicy chicken pot, Corn Carrot Pork Bone Soup.

Luo Jiasheng and the others looked at the table of dishes slowly, and couldn't help but admire Mo Fan in their eyes.

Even when Mo Fan gambled out Jinsi Fei, the eyes of Luo Jiasheng and the others had never been so explicit, but when they saw that Mo Fan only spent one day making so many things, their eyes immediately changed. changed.

As for Mo Yi who went to help, they just ignored it.

After coming out of the kitchen, Mo Fan first went to the bedroom to change into more formal clothes for the day. The black sweater and black casual pants, this kind of color that is not suitable for the Spring Festival, makes Mo Fan look a bit thick. feeling of abstinence.

"Qingqing and I will go to worship the elders first." Pulling Mo Qingyun, Mo Fan prepared to go back to the room.

As soon as the others heard Mo Fan's words, they immediately understood the reason why Mo Fan was wearing this outfit, and then they remembered that this should be the first time that Mo Fan hosted a New Year's Eve dinner after his parents passed away.

"Together." Mo Yi's words were extremely natural: "As friends."

When Mo Fan heard Mo Yi's words, he turned his head and stared at Mo Yi for a while, then glanced at the other people who agreed with Mo Yi's words and expressed hope to him, and chose to let go: "All follow."

Mo Fan's home is not big, and it is the Chinese New Year period, so the portraits of Mo Fan's parents and the incense burner can only be arranged in Mo Fan's original collection room.

Leading a group of people from the room into the collection room, the collection room at this time has undergone a huge change from when Mo Yi went in to rescue Mo Fan.All the large and small cabinets and three wooden boxes in the room were put away by Mo Fan, and replaced by some small display cabinets, which contained all the things left by Mo Fan’s parents that could not be put into the space, plus The portraits of Mo Fan's parents and the incense burner placed in the center of the room on the top look completely free from the mess of temporary worship, as if it were a room specially prepared for Mo Fan's parents.

There are two futons under the high table with the portrait of Mofan's parents and the incense burner. These two futons are very new, and you can tell that they have just been bought. The color of azurite looks a bit dull, but they are very solemn.

Mo Fan lit the candles placed on both sides of the portrait, took out six incense sticks from the side, lit the three on the left and the three on the right, then retreated behind the futon, and handed the three incense sticks to Mo Qingyun. Holding three sticks of incense, he knelt down on the futon.

Mo Qingyun saw Mo Fan kneeling down, and also kneeling on the futon next to Mo Fan. She roughly knew what it meant, but she still couldn't believe that Mo Fan would do this.

"Qingqing, this is my father and mother. I have forgotten my mother's name, because since I can remember, she has been called Mrs. Mo, and my father, his surname is Mo, with a different word for each name. He told me that in the family There is a rule that the names of the children of the eldest son and the long house are all next to the twisted silk, while the others are ranked according to "Fenglin Volcano Yinlei", which is "Sun Tzu's Art of War" "It's as fast as the wind, its as slow as the forest, and as aggressive as the forest." Fire, immovable like a mountain, difficult to know like yin, moving like thunder. In my generation, it happened to be the turn of 'Lin', so my name is Mo Fan. As for women, there is no specific ranking in the family, and they usually start from Choose from poetry, so your name is Mo Qingyun."

Mo Fan's voice was calm and unwavering, as usual, and there was no change because he wanted to pay homage to his parents, but just a few words in a tepid way, in the hearts of Mo Yi and Mo Qingyun, it was like a flat ground. There was a thunder.

Although Mo Yi's heart was in turmoil for a while, he didn't show anything on the surface, he still stood upright with sharp eyes, just like the most standard soldier.But in his heart, only he knows exactly what he thinks.

As for Mo Qingyun, her performance was very obvious. She knelt on the futon in a well-behaved manner. After Mo Fan finished speaking, she immediately performed a salute, holding incense in front of her hands, lowering her head to the ground but not knocking. Down.This is the most precious etiquette besides kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times and bowing the head for murderous funerals.

"My daughter, Mo Qingyun, pay my respects to my father and mother. May my father and mother be well in the distance, may my father and mother bless my elder brother with a smooth life, and may my father and mother bless the whole family in good health." Mo Qingyun's voice trembled slightly, but it was very Firm, when she raised her head again, everyone saw the tears in Mo Qingyun's eyes.

She doesn't cry!

she won't cry!

When Mo Qingyun, who was the new daughter, met her parents for the first time, performed the Jishou, and then the eldest son led his family to worship.For this moment, Mo Fan had knelt on the futon for quite a while.

"The eldest son, Mo Fan, took his younger sister, Mo Qingyun, to offer incense to his father and mother. May his father and mother be well in the distance. I would like to thank my father and mother for their kindness in giving birth. The descendants of the Mo family are here to thank their father and mother."

"One obeisance." The two kowtowed.

"Two bows." Two kowtows.

"Three bows." Three kowtows.

When he kowtowed for the third time, Mo Fan got up from the futon first, took her three incense sticks from Mo Qingyun's hand, and inserted them into the incense burner together with the three incense sticks in his hand.

When Mo Fan finished everything and walked to the side of Gao's case, Mo Qingyun got up from the futon, walked to the other side of Gao's case, and stood upright.

"You also burn incense sticks." Mo Fan took out sticks of incense from the side, lit them one by one and handed them to Mo Yi and the others.

Because they were burning incense for Mo Fan's parents, Mo Yi and the others did not kneel down like Mo Fan and the others, but took the incense, bowed to the portrait of Mo Fan's parents, and handed the incense to Mo Fan. Mo Fan inserted it into the incense burner.

Because this is not the funeral of Mo Fan's parents, nor is it the first year of Mo Fan's parents' death, many procedures have been simplified. The door was closed.

"Mo Fan..." Probably the atmosphere of worship was too oppressive, and no one spoke easily when they sat at the dinner table.

Mo Fan took out the Chenghua Doucai grape cup that had been shelved since Mo Yi left, poured two shallow glasses of wine, glanced at Luo Jiasheng who was speaking, and did not speak.

"Happy New Year." Luo Jiacheng made a grimace, took out two red envelopes from his pocket and handed them to Mo Qingyun and He Guanjue respectively: "Of course, the red envelopes are only for Xiao Qingyun and Xiao Jue, so you won't have any. Who made you have the same gender as us."

At this time, Luo Jiasheng's statement obviously activated the atmosphere on the court. Although Luo Jiasheng often made Mo Fan feel a little unreliable, in terms of communication, he was indeed the strongest here.

Seeing Luo Jiasheng's actions, he silently took out two thick red envelopes from his pocket, and Mo Fan also gave one to He Guanjue and Mo Qingyun in turn.

"Mo Fan, forget it, forget it, you are about the same age as Xiao Jue, what kind of red envelope will you give?" He Guanyan returned the red envelope.

Mo Fan looked at He Guanyan without even looking at him: "Studio benefits are limited to juniors and female team members."

One sentence from Mo Fan blocked all the mouths that wanted to speak.

"According to what Mo Fan said, you all have to accept it." Unlike Mo Fan and Luo Jiasheng who only gave two girls, Mo Qingyun and He Guanjue, everyone in the room received a package from Mo Yi. The thick red envelope is only because everyone present here is not as old as him. According to Mo Fan, they all belong to the "junior generation".

Mo Fan looked at the red envelope in his hand that he hadn't received for many years, and decided to offer jadeite next time, no matter what it was, he would give it to Mo Yi.

Not only because of the preciousness, but also because of the rare warmth.

Pour the wine in the Chenghua bucket color grape cup to the ground, ink