Asking about longevity

Ji Qingbai looked solemn and continued: "In Daheishan, if this kid Mo Hua hadn't helped, our family might not have survived.

"Later, Ji Li was chased by Sin Cultivator and 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 was Mo Hua who was helping."

"Not to mention, he drew so many formations for the demon hunters. Without those formations, the weapon refining shop and the alchemy shop would not be able to be built, and it would be much more dangerous for the demon hunters to go into the mountains to hunt demons... …”

"Because of his formations, the lives of casual cultivators in Tongxian City have become easier. Only then can we have a stable place to live. Only then can our two children, Ji Li and Fu Lan, get married..."

The more Ji Qingbai spoke, the more emotional his expression became, and he said firmly:

"This cup of tea must be served!"

Mo Shan excused himself: "Brother Ji, Mo Hua is still young and cannot take on the responsibility..."

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 solemnly brought the tea to the ink painting.

Mo Hua couldn't resist, so he 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 open your mouth, we will be willing to go through fire and water."

Mo Hua didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Uncle Ji, you are serious."

Mo Shan also smiled helplessly.

Fortunately, after drinking tea, there were no longer so many polite words. Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief and went to eat happily.

The banquet was festive and noisy, with wine and meat on the table, rich and delicious.

There were three people, Mo Hua and Dahu, and Daping Dazhu at the table.

A few friends were busy, feasting and full.

The guests and hosts exchanged glasses of wine and had a great time, until it was getting late, and then they dispersed.

When Mo Hua was about to leave, Ji Qingbai took Ji Li and Fu Lan to see him off in person.

Ji Qingbai was very happy and drank a lot of wine. Ji Li and Fu Lan also held hands, with smiles on their faces.

Mo Hua couldn't help but think that it would be great if everyone could always be so peaceful and beautiful.

This way he can have more fun while eating.

Ji Qingbai drank too much and repeated his words of thanks during the day like a rolling wheel. Ji Li was a bit introverted and not good at words, but the look he looked at Mo Hua was full of gratitude.

Fu Lan gave Mo Hua a wedding box:

"Here is a 'wedding cake', which I made myself. If Brother Mo doesn't mind, take it back and try it."

Mo Hua smiled sweetly and said, "Thank you, Sister Fu!"

Seeing that Mo Hua accepted the gift happily, Fu Lan also smiled happily.

The wedding cake is beautifully packaged and heavy.

Mo Hua originally thought that this 'wedding cake' was just one of the commonly used cakes at wedding banquets and that everyone would have it, but after returning home, he realized that only he had it.

Liu Ruhua said: "Wedding cakes are made by the newlyweds themselves and given to the most distinguished guests. The process is very complicated and the materials used are very particular. Most monks may not be able to taste a wedding cake in their lifetime. "

Mo Hua was surprised, "Is it so expensive?"

Liu Ruhua nodded and said: "This is the intention of the young couple, and it can be regarded as a wish."

"What are you wishing for?" Mo Hua was a little confused.

"I wish you a happy harmony and a happy marriage."

Mo Hua's face was a little red, "Am I still early?"

Liu Ruhua couldn't help but laugh, "It's better to wish for this kind of thing in advance."

"Then should I still eat it?" Mo Hua hesitated, "Should I put it away and hide it?"

He felt that this pastry was so precious that he was reluctant to eat it, so of course he had to keep it.

Liu Ruhua couldn't help laughing, "Of course you have to eat the pastries. This is your sister Fu Lan's wish. Don't waste it."

"Oh." Mo Hua nodded. Although he was a little reluctant to part with it, he still took out a piece and took a sip, his eyes lit up.

tasty!

The wedding cake looks ordinary on the outside and is soft and glutinous in the mouth. After biting into it, there are various fillings inside, and the taste is mellow and rich.

Both fragrant and sweet.

Mo Hua took a piece and handed it to his mother, "Mom, you can try it too."

Liu Ruhua shook his head and said with a smile: "Mom is already married, so there is no need to eat."

"Then I wish you and dad a happy life."

Liu Ruhua blushed and said with a smile: "You kid..."

Mo Hua handed it to her again, but Liu Ruhua couldn't resist, so he tasted a piece and couldn't help but nodded:

"It tastes really good. This girl Fu Lan is really ingenious."

Mo Hua also nodded in agreement, this wedding cake is really delicious.

Then he looked at a large box of wedding cakes and began to think about how to distribute them.

Wedding cakes are rare, and Mo Hua also hopes that everyone will be happy.

"Mom has eaten it, so this piece is for dad."

"Master Chen has been a bachelor all his life. Let's give him one to see if he can find a wife..."

"Grandpa Feng shouldn't be looking for a wife, but he should give him a try."

"Elder Yu...he already has two sons, forget it..."

"Uncle Zhang Lan, although he looks romantic, he is still a loner. He is still a good person. Give him one too."

"Commander Yang, Uncle Yang, is the commander of the Taoist soldiers. It is probably difficult to find a Taoist partner... and Uncle Zhang has already given it to him, so naturally I have to give him one, so I can't be partial..."

"And Dahu and the others..."

"And Mr. Zhuang's place..."

…

Mo Hua muttered and made arrangements one by one.

Liu Ruhua couldn't help laughing.

The next day, Mo Hua visited Tongxian City and presented wedding cakes.

Some simply think the wedding cake is delicious, some are grateful for the ink painting blessings, some have complicated expressions, and of course there are still some who can’t laugh or cry...

He sent a circle of ink paintings, and finally there was a small half. He packed it in a wedding box and gave the other half to Mr. Zhuang.

"Wedding cake?" Mr. Zhuang was a little surprised.

Mo Hua nodded, "I wish you harmony and a happy marriage."

Mr. Zhuang was startled and his expression changed several times.

Mo Hua observed quietly and determined that Mr. Zhuang's reaction was of the dumbfounding type.

"Sir, would you like to try it?" Mo Hua said.

Mr. Zhuang hesitated for a while, but finally did not refuse Mo Hua's kindness. He tasted a piece and nodded slightly:

"It tastes really good."

Mo Hua smiled.

Mr. Zhuang was about to say something else, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the red wedding box and the word "囍" on the box. His expression felt confused for a moment, and a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes.

There is a story!

Mo Hua was stunned. He rarely saw Mr. Zhuang showing such an expression.

Mo Hua wanted to ask, but was too embarrassed to ask.

I would definitely not tell my husband if I asked him.

But regardless of asking, Mo Hua was very curious.

Mo Hua held back his curiosity... In the end, he couldn't hold it back, his eyes brightened slightly, and he whispered: "Sir..."

Before he could ask any questions, Mr. Zhuang knocked him on the head.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

Mr. Zhuang's tone was not reproachful, but rather helpless.

"Oh." Mo Hua wisely stopped asking.

After leaving the bamboo room, Mo Hua gave the other half of the wedding cake to Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi.

Bai Zisheng, who has never been a big fan of pastries, also ate a piece and nodded in praise: "It's so delicious."

The rest of the wedding cakes and ink paintings were given to Bai Zixi.

Bai Zixi thanked her and sat under the big white locust tree, eating small bites. 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."

"Will Aunt Liu do it?"

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded.

Bai Zixi's eyes brightened slightly.

"But my mother won't do it." Mo Hua added.

Bai Zixi was startled and looked confused, "Why?"

"Wedding cakes have special meaning and can only be eaten by monks who are getting married."

Bai Zixi took another bite of the wedding cake, raised her head and asked:

"Have any of you gotten married recently?"

Mo Hua thought for a while and shook his head, "It seems to be gone."

Bai Zixi looked a little pity.

She glanced at the pastry and asked, "Have you tried it?"

"I tasted a piece." Mo Hua said.

Just eat a piece and feel a little happy.

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 was a little hungry after running around for a day, so he took the cake and started eating it too.

The mountain breeze blows gently, ruffling a pool of water, smoothing the tender grass, and wandering among the mountains with the quiet scent of a Sophora japonica tree.

Bai Zisheng was lying on the grass, flipping through the book boredly.

Two beautiful children, Mo Hua and Bai Zixi, sat under the tree, eating wedding cakes quietly.

Snow-white locust flowers were floating above the head, and a bright red wedding box was placed in front of her.