Ji Qingbai looked solemn and continued: "Before, in Daheishan, Mo Hua did not help, our family might not have survived."
"Later, he was chased by Jiu Xiu, and Ji Li almost died. It was Mo Hua who saved him."
"There are also Lu Diansi and Kong Sheng who died in Heishan Village. Although I don't know what happened, I also know that it is Mo Hua, the child who is helping me."
"Not to mention, he has drawn so many formations for the demon hunters. Without those formations, the weapon refining and alchemy refining can't be built, and the demon hunters will also be much more dangerous when they go into the mountains to hunt monsters..."
"Because of his formations, the life of a casual cultivator in Tongxian City is better. Only then can we have a stable place to live, and only then can we get married, Ji Li and Fu Lan, the two children, get married..."
The more Ji Qingbai said, the more emotional he looked, and said firmly:
"This cup of tea must be toasted!"
Mo Shan shirked: "Brother Ji, Mo Hua is still young and can't afford it..."
Ji Qingbai insisted: "Although he is young, he has great achievements and can afford it."
Mo Shan still wanted to refuse, but Ji Li and Fu Lan had already brought the tea to Mo Hua with a serious expression.
The ink painting couldn't be shirked, so I took the tea and drank it awkwardly.
Ji Qingbai then smiled and said:
"Mo Hua, you are the benefactor of our family. No matter what happens in the future, as long as you speak, even if you go through fire and water, we will not refuse."
Mo Hua couldn't laugh or cry, "Uncle Ji, you're so serious."
Mo Shan also smiled bitterly helplessly.
Fortunately, after drinking the tea, there were not so many polite things. Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief and went to the mat happily.
The banquet was joyful and noisy, with wine and meat on the table, rich and delicious.
The three of the ink paintings and the big tigers, and the big flat pillars and a table.
A few friends were lively, feasting and eating.
The guests and guests were having fun until the sky gradually became late and they dispersed.
When the ink painting was about to leave, Ji Qingbai took Ji Li and Fu Lan to see him off.
Ji Qingbai was very happy and drank a lot of wine. Ji Li and Fu Lan were also persistent, with smiles all over her eyebrows.
Ink painting couldn't help but think that it would be great if everyone could always be so safe and beautiful.
In this way, he can also be happier with the free meal.
Ji Qingbai was drunk and said the words of thanking during the day again. Ji Li was a little introverted and not good at speaking, but his eyes looked at Mo Hua were full of gratitude.
Fu Lan gave Mo Hua a wedding box:
"This is 'happy cake', which I made by myself. If Brother Mo doesn't dislike it, he will take it back and try it."
Mo Hua smiled sweetly and said, "Thank you Sister Fu!"
Fu Lan saw Mo Hua happily accepting the gift and smiled happily.
The cakes are exquisitely packaged and heavy.
Mohua originally thought that this "week cake" was just one of the commonly used pastries for wedding banquets and everyone would have it, but after returning home, I realized that only I had it.
Liu Ruhua said: "The wedding cake is made by the married couple himself and is used to give it to the most noble guests. The process is very complicated and the materials are very particular. Ordinary monks may not taste a wedding cake in their lifetime."
The ink painting was surprised, "Is it so expensive?"
Liu Ruhua nodded and said, "This is the wish of the couple, and it is also a wish."
"What do you wish for?" Mo Hua didn't understand.
"I wish you a harmonious and a happy marriage."
Mo Hua's little face was a little red, "I'm still early?"
Liu Ruhua couldn't help laughing, "Of course I wish you a wish for this kind of thing."
"Then do I still eat it?" Mo Hua hesitated, "Do you want to put it away and hide it?"
He felt that this pastry was so expensive and he was a little reluctant to eat it, so of course he should keep it in.
Liu Ruhua couldn't help laughing, "Of course I have to eat pastries. This is your sister Fu Lan's wish, don't waste it."
"Oh." Mo Hua nodded. Although he was reluctant to let it go, he still took out a piece and tasted it, and his eyes lit up.
tasty!
The cake looks ordinary outside, and it is soft and glutinous. After biting it, it contains various fillings inside, which has a mellow and rich texture.
It is both fragrant and sweet.
Mo Hua took a piece and handed it to her mother, "Mom, try it too."
Liu Ruhua shook her head and smiled and said, "Mom is already married, so I don't have to eat."
"Then I wish you and your father a good mood."
Liu Ruhua's face turned red and she laughed and said, "You kid..."
Mo Hua handed her again, but Liu Ruhua refused, so she tasted a piece and nodded and said:
"The taste is really good. This girl Fu Lan is really clever."
Mo Hua nodded in agreement, this wedding cake is really delicious.
Afterwards, he looked at a large box of wedding cakes and began to think about how to distribute them.
Wedding cakes are rare, and I hope everyone can enjoy the joy of ink paintings.
"Mom has eaten it, so this piece is for dad."
"Master Chen has been bachelor all his life, give him one to see if he can find a wife..."
"Grandpa Feng shouldn't look for a wife, but he will also give it to him."
"Elder Yu... His sons are two, forget it..."
"Uncle Zhang Lan, although she looks romantic, she is still alone and a good person. She should give him one too."
"Uncle Yang, Commander Yang, is the commander of the Taoist soldiers, and it is probably difficult to find a Taoist partner... And Uncle Zhang gave it all, so naturally he had to give one, so he could not be biased..."
"And Dahu and the others..."
"And there is Mr. Zhuang..."
...
The ink paintings were muttering and arranged them all.
Liu Ruhua couldn't help laughing at her.
The next day, Mo Hua took a walk around Tongxian City and gave her a wedding cake.
Some simply think that the cake is delicious, some thanks to Mohua for blessings, some look complicated, and of course there are some who are laughing and crying...
Mo Hua gave her a round, and in the end she had a small half. He packed it in a box and gave it to Mr. Zhuang half.
"Happy cake?" Mr. Zhuang was a little surprised.
Mo Hua nodded, "I can wish you a harmonious and happy marriage."
Mr. Zhuang was stunned and his expression changed several times.
Mo Hua quietly observed and confirmed that Mr. Zhuang's reaction was the type that was amused and crying.
"Sir, do you want to see it?" Mo Hua said.
Mr. Zhuang hesitated for a while, but in the end he did not refuse the kindness of the ink painting. He tasted one, and then nodded slightly:
“It tastes really good.”
Mo Hua smiled.
Mr. Zhuang wanted to say something, but he saw the red joy box and the word "囍" on the box from the corner of his eyes. He looked a moment of melancholy and a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes.
There is a story!
Mo Hua was stunned. He rarely saw Mr. Zhuang showing such a look.
Mo Hua wanted to ask, but was embarrassed to ask.
I would definitely not say anything after asking the sir.
But without asking, Ink Painting is very curious.
Mo Hua held back her curiosity... In the end, she couldn't help it, her eyes lit up slightly, and she whispered: "Sir..."
Before he could ask, Mr. Zhuang knocked his little head.
"Don't ask if you shouldn't."
Mr. Zhuang's tone was not blamed, but instead felt helpless.
"Oh." Mo Hua didn't ask any more questions.
After leaving the bamboo room, Mo Hua gave his other half of his wedding cake to Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi.
Bai Zisheng, who has never liked pastries, also ate a piece and nodded and praised: "It's so delicious."
The rest of the wedding cakes and ink paintings were given to Bai Zixi.
Bai Zixi thanked her, sat under the white big locust tree, stuttering in small stutters. After a while, she asked Mo Hua in a gentle voice:
“How is this wedding cake made?”
"I don't know...it's very complicated anyway."
"Can Aunt Liu do it?"
"Yes." Mo Hua nodded.
Bai Zixi's eyes were slightly brighter.
"But my mother won't do it." Mo Hua said again.
Bai Zixi was stunned, with a puzzled look on his face, "Why?"
"Happy cake has special meaning, and can only be eaten by monks when they get married."
Bai Zixi ate the wedding cake again and looked up and asked:
"Have anyone else got married recently?"
Mo Hua thought about it and shook her head, "It seems to be gone."
Bai Zixi looked a little regretful.
She glanced at the pastry and asked again, "Have you tasted it?"
"I tasted one," Mo Hua said.
It’s enough to eat a piece and get some joy.
Bai Zixi stretched out her white little hand, took out a piece of pastry from the box, and handed it to Mo Hua, "Let's eat together."
Mo Hua ran away for a day and was a little hungry, so he took the pastry and started eating it.
The mountain breeze blows gently, wrinkling a pool of water, smoothing the tender grass, scooping a tree of quiet locust fragrance, and wandering among the mountain.
Bai Zisheng lay on the grass, flipping through the book boredly.
Mo Hua and Bai Zixi, two children with pink carvings, sat under the tree and were quietly eating wedding cakes.
Snow-white locust flowers floated above his head, and a bright red joy box was placed in front of him.
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Chapter completed!