As soon as he opened his eyes, the master of metaphysics became the vicious stepmother of four oil bottles Chapter 014: Can't figure out Meng Yuan's life
The kids were also drooling frequently due to the smell in the kitchen. Is this really a mushroom that no one in the village wants?
How can it smell so good?
Meng Qiyu couldn't hold it in any longer, so she put the fungus aside and ran towards the kitchen.
"Mom, Yu'er is hungry, Yu'er wants to eat!"
Shen Qingqing smiled brightly and took out the bowl from the cupboard, "Go and wash your hands first. After washing your hands, dinner will be served!"
When the food was served, Meng Qiyu was like a little hungry wolf, holding the bowl and eating it with such a posture that he wanted to chew up the bowl and swallow it.
Erbao and Sibao were also eating like crazy, with their little faces almost buried in the bowl.
Dabao looked at the few people around him who were eating delicious food, and silently swallowed his saliva. Finally, he couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food, so he picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
After one sip, my eyes lit up, it was so delicious!
He suspected that Grandma He was lying to him before!
Mr. He, who was walking to Meng's house with the meatballs, suddenly turned her head and sneezed. She didn't know which little brat was scolding her!
She wiped the sweat from her forehead, walked quickly to the door of Meng's house, and knocked on the courtyard door, "Qingqing, is Qingqing here?"
When Shen Qingqing heard the sound, she put down her bowls and chopsticks and ran over to open the door.
Mr. He held up the meatballs with a smile and said, "I've fried some meatballs at home and can't finish them. I'll give some to the children to satisfy their cravings. Have you eaten?"
Shen Qingqing turned sideways to welcome her in, "I'm eating right now. I've made mushroom soup. Auntie, would you like to try it?"
"Mushroom soup?" Mr. He was startled, his eyes fell on the colorful wild mushrooms in front of the porch, and he was so frightened that the basin in his hand almost turned over.
Fortunately, Shen Qingqing helped him quickly with quick hands and eyes.
"Qingqing, if you don't have food at home, just go to your aunt's house to get it. Why can't you think of eating this?"
He stuffed the meatballs into her hand and rushed to the dining table to pour the pot of fungus soup.
Meng Qifeng, who was closest to the soup basin, quickly stood up, picked up the soup basin and hid aside, "Don't pour it, don't pour it, this is delicious!"
"What did grandma teach you? This thing is poisonous!"
He was so anxious that he slapped his thigh.
Shen Qingqing was dumbfounded and stepped forward to stop her, "Auntie, don't worry, these fungi are not poisonous. I have eaten them for more than ten years, so I guarantee there will be no problem!"
He was dubious, "Really?"
"Really, why don't you try it?"
"No." Mr. He shook his head like a rattle, "I'm just here to watch you eat. If there is really any problem, at least someone can call the doctor."
Shen Qingqing chuckled, "You really don't want to eat?"
He took a few breaths, it was so fragrant, even more fragrant than her fried meatballs!
Just smelling it makes my mouth water.
Shen Qingqing smiled and helped her fill a bowl of mushroom soup, "Here, let's have a taste?"
He sniffed again and looked at the golden soup in the bowl, feeling shaken in his heart.
How about she take a few bites?
Just a couple of mouthfuls, it should be fine.
As the sun set and the evening breeze rippled, six people, old and young, in the Meng family courtyard held soup bowls and showed happy smiles.
After the meal, Shen Qingqing applied medicine to the wound on the back of her head with the help of He, and took a bath for herself and her four children. When she returned to the bedroom, it was already dark.
She blew out the oil lamp, sat cross-legged on the bed, and made a divination according to the birth date given by He.
Half a quarter of an hour later, she suddenly opened her eyes, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and her face looked very ugly.
She couldn't figure out Meng Yuan's fate!
According to the hexagrams, she could only deduce Meng Yuan's past fate and experience, but these were all known things and were completely unimportant.
What she wanted to know most, such as whether Meng Yuan was still alive and what his future fortune would be, were all blank.
In her previous life, she was considered a big shot in the world of metaphysics, helping people tell fortunes and solve disasters, and she never failed. Why did it not happen when it was Meng Yuan's turn?
Shen Qingqing rubbed her brows with a headache. It seemed that now she could only wait for Aunt He's husband to come back with news.
I don’t know where this Meng Yuan comes from...
Thinking of going to Wang Mazi's house to catch ghosts tomorrow, Shen Qingqing had no choice but to put aside her doubts and fall asleep in a hurry.
Before setting off the next day, Shen Qingqing made a divination for herself. The divination indicated great auspiciousness, everything would go smoothly, and there would be unexpected joy.
Looking at the sky again, although there were dense clouds, there were signs of cloudiness turning sunny. Shen Qingqing threw back the umbrella she had prepared and walked out of the house relaxedly.
Not far after leaving Yanghua Village, the wind suddenly picked up, causing the big poplar trees on both sides of the road to rustle.
Shen Qingqing tightened her clothes and quickened her pace.
Meng Qixue lay by the window and looked at the crooked neck tree that was about to be blown off. She turned her head and looked at Meng Qiyun, her face full of worry, "Sister, is it going to rain?"
Meng Qiyun nodded, his expression equally serious, and his eyes glanced at the oil-paper umbrella in the corner from time to time.
After hesitating for a long time, she jumped out of bed and bent down to get the oil-paper umbrella.
A black hand picked up the umbrella one step ahead of her.
Meng Qifeng held the umbrella in his arms and said, "I'm going to give the umbrella to my mother. You can look after your brothers and sisters at home. I can run fast and I'll be back soon!"
With that said, he rushed out of the house like the wind.
Finally, he caught up with Shen Qingqing on the small road at the south end of the next village.
Shen Qingqing looked at Dabao, whose face was red, and was startled, "Why are you here?"
She had gone so far away from home, and she didn't know how Dabao caught up with her.
Meng Qifeng panted and pushed the umbrella forward in his arms, saying muffledly: "It's going to rain."
"Silly boy, it's not raining today."
But she still took the umbrella with a smile.
After all, it’s the child’s wish, but it can’t be let down.
When Meng Qifeng saw her taking the umbrella, he turned around and ran back without saying a word.
Shen Qingqing warned him from behind: "Be careful on the road and don't run so fast."
"knew!"
At the same time, Wang Mazi's house was bustling with activity.
An old Taoist with a mustache and a wide-sleeved Taoist robe held a mahogany sword in his hand, his eyes closed tightly, circling the incense table with strange steps, and muttering something in his mouth.
Suddenly, the old Taoist body twitched, opened his eyes suddenly, swung his sword and stabbed the incense table in the middle, and shouted loudly: "You are so bold and evil, please show your true colors quickly!"
After saying that, he quickly took out a yellow talisman from his sleeve and threw it towards the candlelight beside him.
Who would have thought that a gust of wind would blow and the candle flame would go out with a flicker.
The old Taoist was stunned for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he quickly covered his chest and took a step back. He said to the Wang family members who were kneeling outside the door: "The evildoer is so advanced that he seriously injured me and ran away!"
The old woman kneeling at the front was horrified when she heard this, "Taoist Priest, you must catch it!"
The old Taoist lowered his head and coughed, pretending to do something difficult, "It's possible to catch it, but it will take a lot of effort. The five taels of silver that we discussed before may not be enough."
"Add another ten taels. As long as you can catch that thing, I will give you another ten taels!"
The old Taoist was so happy that a gust of wind brought him ten taels of silver. Isn't it the same as picking it up for free?
"Okay, you prepare it again as I said, and we will start the practice in half an hour."
When Shen Qingqing came to the Wang family, the Wang family was busy preparing tributes.
She casually stopped an older girl and said, "Go tell Wang Mazi that I'm coming."
The girl blinked, "Who are you?"
Shen Qingqing said concisely and concisely: "My surname is Shen."
The girl was stunned for a while, then suddenly realized, "You are the Fairy Shen that Third Uncle mentioned, right? I'll call grandma right now!" This chapter has been completed!