Chapter 1209 - 1181: Oh Wow, This is Fun

Chapter 1209: Chapter 1181: Oh Wow, This is Fun

"Wasn’t it your master who kept urging you to get married quickly to avoid disasters? If she’s not a sorceress, then I’m the most compassionate psychologist."

A person who charges thousands per hour said this, and everyone laughed, but Liumei was serious.

"It’s true. Although my master has quite the study in metaphysics, she always says that metaphysics itself is a manifestation of unknown advanced science. She often says that life and death are predestined, and a thread ties fate together, everything else changes. Most times she teaches me to go with the flow. For example, regarding pregnancy, my master told me not to be too tense, and not to believe all sorts of nonsense."

Qian chuckled, "At the end of the day, these old ladies in our family, whether educated or not, together they still can’t see things as clearly as a person practicing Taoism."

The person most likely to be superstitious ends up being completely free of taboos.

The girlfriends played cards for a while, and suddenly the door opened, Qian’s mom mumbled as she entered the room, everyone turned back to look and was shocked.

Qian was surprised, covering her mouth and pointing at her mom’s head.

"Mom, what happened to your hair?!"

Originally, Qian’s mom had long hair tied at the back, after a short while, it turned into short hair. She was wearing Liao Fugui’s down jacket, Fugui came in wearing just a sweater and sneezed constantly. Qian’s mom was carrying her fiery red down jacket, which now had a big burnt hole, and every move sent feathers flying.

Liumei saw her husband freezing like this and hurried to pull him inside and pour some hot tea for him. What happened after all?

"Don’t mention it, there were so many people burning incense. Behind me, there was an old woman whose hands shook like a sieve also came out to worship. I was wondering why she came despite shaking so much. While pondering, I picked up a scorched smell, and I asked your Uncle Liao, saying the temple’s incense was thriving, with burning fragrance everywhere."

Qian’s mom said angrily, Mr. Liao added a line.

"Just as your mom finished speaking, I saw smoke coming out of her head..." ℴ

That scene was simply too much.

"Worse yet, there was a little kid in front who pointed at me and said, ’Look, someone’s become an immortal!’ I repair his grandpa’s claws! It’s the shaky-handed old lady who set my hair on fire!"

This sounded like quite a sad story, but with Qian’s mom’s animated description, everyone found it quite amusing. Out of respect for Qian, they dared not laugh out loud, just bowing their heads to hold it in.

"Oh dear, it’s too funny!"

"How did you extinguish the fire? It didn’t burn your skin, right?" Qian quickly asked.

"The temple is well-prepared with water and fire extinguishers. They say every year someone gets their hair burned and clothes roasted due to the incense being so prosperous. That water was splashed all over me instantly, and then the people in the temple said, ’Lady donor, this year you are bound to thrive!’ Pah! I thrive his grandpa’s butt!"

Everyone wanted to laugh but couldn’t, eloquent Shi Tou hurriedly played to round the situation.

"Auntie, this is losing a bit to avoid a major disaster. From today you’ll shake off all bad luck, and only good things remain."

Qian’s mom enjoyed hearing this and immediately turned from anger to laughter.

"Such baseless emotional soup, you guys would believe it. Ultimately, this trouble was self-inflicted by my mom."

One sentence from her own daughter abruptly froze Qian’s mom’s smile.

"The phrase ’turn of fortune’ is as nonsensical as ’tomorrow will be better,’ all paralyzing poison soup. In reality, this incident could’ve been avoided. Why did you go at the most crowded time? You went anyway, but couldn’t you stay away from the shaky old lady? Getting burned and blaming the gods for not protecting you, think of the countless people on earth. Do you think all of them are imprudent like you, waiting for divine protection?"

"Oh, dear! I’m just so infuriated!" Qian’s mom was left speechless, usually when her daughter annoyed her, she could pinch softly. Now that her daughter had a baby, she was really precious beyond measure. She couldn’t hit or scold, only vent to her husband.

"Honey, quickly bring me the Danshen Drop Elixir, I can’t breathe again!"

"Alright, alright, don’t exaggerate with me, hurry up inside and take a hot bath, change clothes. I’m not going to agitate you anymore."

Once Qian saw her mom went inside, she muttered softly, "See that? Menopausal ladies have evolved the skill of feigning sickness. The way she’s clutching her chest, she looks like the whole world owes her an Oscar."

Everyone was amused by Qian, even Mr. Liao shook his head and laughed, "What are you going to do, you two? You bicker every time you meet, but miss each other when apart. Your mom talks about you dozens of times a day when at home, but argues once you’re here."

"It’s fine, we’ve been like this for years now." Qian was long used to this way of interacting with her mom, "Fugui, are you alright?"

Fugui sneezed again, making everyone laugh.

"To be honest, your own daughter doesn’t compare to Fugui here, when I got splashed with water, Fugui immediately covered me with his coat and took me down the mountain to get a haircut; while you only tease me!" Qian’s mom poked her head out the door to banter with her daughter.

Qian stuck out her tongue at her, nanananana, your hair got burned off, hurry up and take a shower!

"Actually, I say once the feelings are there, whether biological or not, it’s the same, nurture the feelings well and it’s all the same," Shi Tou, who had sharp eyes, saw Panpan sitting on the side quietly playing with his toy Beauty, and hurriedly added.

It was only then that Qian’s mom realized Panpan was still here, what she said wasn’t quite appropriate, and she quickly withdrew her head to hide and shower.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward, everyone focused on Panpan, worried the child might take it in.

Panpan didn’t lift his head, holding his Beauty he seemingly spoke to himself, "Beauty, who are your parents? My dad is Yu Mingyi, my mom is Dong Yi, my soon-to-be-born little brother is Yu Yiri, and I am Yu Yibai!"

Others might not understand, but Qian and her classically trained friend did. This child’s confidence was evident, declaring these facts was his way to reassure the adults, subtly letting everyone know he’s not as fragile and sensitive as imagined.

Qian nodded approvingly at her classically trained friend, "You’ve done well."

In the beginning, her classically trained friend chose to tell the child a portion of the truth, subsequently, she and her elder brother showered Panpan with loving care, and the child’s psychological shadows gradually disappeared. It’s difficult enough to raise a normal child to this point, let alone one like Panpan with unique genes.

Of course, the credit within goes to her classically trained friend, she poured so much motherly love into Panpan, healing the scars in his heart.

"Getting praised by you really is—" Her classically trained friend was a bit embarrassed by Qian’s compliment, was thinking of some polite words, but suddenly felt a heat below, her face flushed instantly.

What happened?

Could it be that just a couple of compliments from Qian made her so happy she wet her pants?!