Wen Yan moved all the ingredients Qin Songyao wanted into the kitchen.
Qin Songyao checked and prepared to make a few simple tribute dishes.
Bo Siyan glanced at her.
"I'm making it for myself," she said calmly, adding another sentence, "I'll pay the ingredients to Wenchang."
Bo Siyan frowned and withdrew his gaze.
Seeing that he did not stop him, Qin Songyao could only breathe a sigh of relief.
Both sides calmed down for a while, one occupied a corner and each did his own thing.
Not far from 11:30, Qin Songyao prepared a dish and put it in a tray.
Tofu soup, steamed buns dipped in sugar, braised pork, and a steamed fish dish.
Plus the mulberries she brought up the mountain and just made a table together.
In order to make enough food for the rest of the people after tribute, she made a lot of everything.
Bo Siyan was busy with a bowl of noodles throughout the whole process, ignoring her, but he knew what she was doing.
When the sings of scriptures in the hall sounded, he put the noodles on.
Wenyan brought the sleepy Wenyu over.
When Wen Yu looked at Qin Songyao, his eyes lit up and he immediately wanted to call her.
Qin Songyao raised a finger to his lips and made a gesture to silence her.
The little girl was very well-behaved and became quiet immediately.
"Fish." Bo Siyan called out.
He crossed the threshold well and looked serious about listening to the arrangement.
Bo Siyan brought her the tray with the noodles.
"Isn't this my brother's mission?" Wen Yu was puzzled.
Bo Siyan had no expression on his face: "He has something else."
Qin Songyao listened and breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, there is still a touch of tacit understanding between each other.
She put the last dish on the tray, and Wenyan happened to come.
"Can you take it?"
"Yeah, take it."
When he turned around, he found that the tray he was holding was full of dishes.
She also wanted to speak, and the sound of singing scriptures outside was loud. The buzzing sound scared her to shivering her shoulders, just wanting to follow Wen Yan.
Qin Songyao had never seen such a scene before, and she felt so furious that Bo Siyan went out, and she hurried out.
Several monks outside were chanting scriptures, both before and after.
Wenyan and the brothers and sisters walked in front with tribute dishes.
Qin Songyao was taken away by the team, but found out that he was not heading towards the main hall.
Bo Siyan walked in front of her, silent.
Unlike just now, Qin Songyao could clearly feel that a heavy emotion wrapped him up.
The team went back to the mountain, and at first glance, it was full of prayer flags. The burning of the dark paper smelled very strong, and even the rain could not be dispelled.
Above is a small "tea".
Bo Siyan walked in. Qin Songyao didn't know if he could move, but the monk stopped singing the scriptures and urged her to follow, so she had to move.
Finally, she arrived at the gate of the small temple and swept inside, trembling all over.
This is not a temple.
It is clearly... a mourning hall.
There were two bookshelf-like shelves inside, and more than a dozen urns were placed.
On the sacrificial table in the center, there is an urn with a photo of a woman on it, which should be Bo Siyan's mother.
Qin Songyao was shocked.
She didn't expect that Bo's mother's ashes were not buried, and were placed in this small mountain temple, with the ashes of some strangers.
Bo Siyan burned the paper and the abbot chanted the scriptures alone.
Wen Yu was stunned, but remembered the previous process and was about to kneel beside Bo Siyan.
Wen Yan grabbed her and looked at Qin Songyao, "Madam, please."