"Miss, what do you mean by this? I am stupid and can't quite understand you!" The maid behind her was confused.

Liu Doukou said in a low voice: "Do you think that pretty little girl looks like my cousin?"

Now, the maid couldn't pretend not to understand. Her expression suddenly changed, and she quickly tugged on the sleeves of Liu Doukou's clothes.

"Miss, you really can't say such nonsense. It would be terrible if someone heard it!" the maid said in a low voice.

Liu Doukou snorted coldly and said, "I dare to say it, and I'm not afraid of being listened to!"

The servant said: "Miss, I know that you are not afraid of heaven and earth, but you really shouldn't say such nonsense, as trouble will come from your mouth."

"If my uncle hears this, he might annoy you."

Liu Doukou was still wary of Mu Zichuan, especially when he saw that Mu Zichuan had led Baby Luo into the main room, and Yang Ruoqing followed behind.

Liu Doukou curled her lips self-consciously, turned around and went back to the kitchen, standing by the pot and beating her, with a look of displeasure on her face.

"Since I was a child, I have never seen him treat me so kindly or smile so much," she muttered.

"I'm fourteen years younger than him. When I was a kid, I wanted to act like a spoiled child like him, but he always had a serious face and wouldn't play with me at all."

"I originally thought he had such a cool and indifferent temperament and didn't like little girls making trouble, but you've seen it, right? It's not that he doesn't like it, he has to look after people. It makes me mad!"

The more Liu Doukou talked, the more he felt aggrieved and angry. In the end, he originally planned to make another rice dumpling made with fermented glutinous rice as a sacrificial offering, but he lost interest.

"Didn't you say you were going to do it before? Why didn't you do it again? The servants have prepared the ingredients for you, miss." The servant woman asked in surprise.

Liu Doukou said: "My aunt is no longer here. No matter how I behave, my aunt will not see it. If my cousin sees it, he will pretend not to see it."

"Why do I want to be a shameless woman in the kitchen alone? That's not stupid, that's about it!"

The maid looked at the prepared ingredients with a troubled face.

"Miss, if you don't have time to cook it, just let your servant do it. Anyway, the ingredients are ready. It would be a pity not to cook it," the servant woman said.

"Besides, the dishes for today's sacrifice were discussed with my uncle last night, and I know it well."

Hearing what the maid said, Liu Doukou frowned in disgust.

"Okay, if you want to do it, then you can do it. My nails hurt and I can't do it!" she said.

The maid came over hurriedly and said, "I will do this for you. This is also a sign of filial piety from you. I will understand."

After the Mu family was ready, everyone set off to the mountain to burn incense and make mayonnaise for Zichuan Niang.

The juniors all wore linen mourning clothes and walked in front carrying baskets. Muzichuan's uncle and aunt followed behind, and the group headed up the mountain in a mighty manner.

Zichuan Niang's grave was buried next to Zichuan's father's grave. The two graves were close together. This was Zichuan Niang's wish during her lifetime.

At this moment, standing in front of these two graves, Mu Zichuan's sadness spread. The two people closest to him in the world and connected by blood were all buried under this ground...

"Uncle, stop being dazed and kowtow!"

A small figure came to his side and gently pulled his sleeve.

Mu Zichuan lowered his head and saw that it was Baby Luo.

"Okay, let's kowtow," he said.

Then he came to the front, brushed up the corners of his robe, knelt down, prostrated himself on the ground, and bowed his head to the ground.

After finishing the "Wu Qi" work for Zichuan's mother, Mu Zichuan worked with several other cousins ​​to pick up soil and reinforce Zichuan's father's grave.

It had been in disrepair for a long time, and the grass on Zichuan's father's grave was taller than a person. The cousins ​​worked together to strengthen the tomb, cut down the grass and trees, and after taking care of it carefully, they also placed sacrifices on Zichuan's father's grave and burned it.

They bought paper money and incense candles, set off firecrackers and kowtowed.

By the time everything was done, it was already approaching noon, and the sky was getting grayer.

The north wind was mixed with thin raindrops falling down, and a storm was imminent.

"Let's go back!" Mu Zichuan suggested.

Everyone packed up their things and went down the mountain together.

Halfway through, the rain gradually became heavier.

Mu Zichuan took off his coat to cover Baby Luo.

Yang Ruoqing said: "No, no, it's already the beginning of winter. Why don't you give her your coat? What if you get frozen?"

Mu Zichuan said: "I'm not that fragile. I cover the child. The rain is getting heavier. The child cannot catch a cold."

Yang Ruoqing said: "It's okay, let's just walk faster."

But Mu Zichuan still insisted on putting the coat over Luo Baobao. Just when the two were in a stalemate, Liu Doukou came over angrily.

"Cousin, what are you doing? It's so cold and raining today. What should you do if you get cold?"

As Liu Doukou spoke, he reached out to hold Mu Zichuan's arm, his face full of anxiety and worry.

And he still had to take the time to glare at Yang Ruoqing, "My cousin is a scholar, and his body structure is different from that of men from farmers' families. He can't be exposed to rain or cold!"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Zichuan, you really don't have to, I just need to walk faster with the baby. We'll be home in a while."

After that, she took Luo Baobao and walked quickly down the mountain.

Behind him, Mu Zichuan wanted to chase him, but Liu Doukou held him tightly.

"Cousin, your body is affected by your parents. If you don't take care of your body, you are disrespectful to your aunt. If you get sick, your aunt, Quan Xia Youzhi, will definitely not be able to live in peace!"

Mu Zichuan pulled out his sleeve from Liu Doukou's fingers, "You are serious, let's go!"

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After entering the village, Yang Ruoqing greeted Muzichuan and took Baobao Luo directly to the entrance of the village.

The most important thing is to go home, change clothes and warm yourself by the fire.

"Mom, Aunt Cardamom doesn't seem to like me very much."

When helping Baby Luo change into a cotton-padded jacket, the little girl suddenly said.

Yang Ruoqing paused her hand, and then said: "My parents like you, your grandparents and grandma are jealous of you, your two uncles, Aunt Xiaohua and Xiaoduo are jealous of you, there are so many of us.

It's enough that I care about you."

"Why do you need to force Aunt Cardamom to be rare? She and we are not familiar with each other in the first place!"

Luo Baobao nodded in understanding, "But Uncle Zichuan also cares about me!"

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips, "Yes, Uncle Zichuan also cares about you!"

"Then why Aunt Cardamom doesn't care about me? Is it because I'm not good enough?" Baby Luo still asked unwillingly.

Yang Ruoqing fastened the last button of her cotton-padded jacket, then raised her eyes and said to her seriously: "In mother's heart, my baby is the best child. But there is no flower in this world that can make everyone happy.

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