Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me -
Chapter 277 - 276: She didn’t become a nun
Chapter 277: Chapter 276: She didn’t become a nun
Chu Ye, hearing this, also took a close look at Mianmian’s face.
Having just woken up not long ago, the infantile chubbiness of Little Bun’s cheeks was adorned with two blushes, giving her a spirited look.
He thought for a moment and said, "You had dark circles under your eyes last night."
Mianmian touched beneath her eyes and let out a long "Oh."
Just then, Su Chenyan and Su Chenzhou walked in, both brothers greeting Mianmian: "Good morning, Little Auntie."
Su Chenyan was the chattier one, and after the greeting, he prattled on, "Big brother, third brother, and the seventh have all gone to work, now it’s just me and the sixth who can keep you company. Breakfast is ready, does Little Auntie want her seventh grandchild to help her brush her teeth?"
It was called breakfast, but it wasn’t really breakfast time anymore.
Mianmian had slept until 11 a.m. due to exhaustion; it was time for lunch.
Stretching with a yawn, Su Chenzhou said, "The seventh said he would help you ask for another day off, you can rest for one more day today."
Mianmian, thinking of the drama that was not yet completed, shook her head, "No need, Mianmian will be ready to work after eating. What about you, big brother? The torrential rain has ended, are you going back home?"
Chu Ye nodded, "Yeah, I’ll contact the butler in a little while to pick me up."
While Chu Ye had contacted the butler, it was his parents who arrived.
When Chu Qi and Yun Ling got out of the car, Su Chenyan and Su Chenzhou were both standing by the vehicle. Mianmian, positioned in front of them, cheerfully greeted Chu Ye’s parents, "Hello, it’s been a long time since we last met."
Yun Ling smiled warmly, "Hello, Little Auntie, it really has been a long time. Xiaoye troubled you yesterday, here’s a little thank-you gift; we hope you will like it."
The woman handed over a beautifully wrapped gift box to Mianmian.
The box was wrapped in pretty blue paper, adorned with cute smiley-faced stars.
Looking at those little stars, surprise twinkled in Mianmian’s large eyes.
She could smell it, the scent of the Candied Hawthorn! Xiaoye’s mom had brought her Candied Hawthorn!
"Oh my, this was really nothing, not a big deal at all, why bring a gift?" Mianmian said the sort of polite words that adults would say to refuse gifts, yet her chubby little hands honestly took the gift box, swiftly switching it to her left hand to free her right hand which she extended to Yun Ling, "Then Mianmian will return big brother to you~"
Yun Ling couldn’t help but smile.
Everything Little Auntie did was so endearing, turning the scene into something like a trade. It seemed as if she had exchanged her son for some Candied Hawthorn, which was quite amusing.
"Little Auntie," Chu Qi spoke up at that moment, "the religious event at Fahua Temple is tomorrow, do you have time to attend?"
"A religious event?" Mianmian recalled what her great-nephew had mentioned, that there was an issue with Fahua Temple, and nodded, "I should go, but do they require an invitation? I didn’t have one before and almost couldn’t return home."
She was referring to the time when Little Bun was almost denied entry at the Su Family’s gates.
When the brothers Su Chenyan and Su Chenzhou heard this, their expressions carried a touch of embarrassment.
It was true that without an invitation one could not enter the Su Family home; although it was a rule, it had caused Little Auntie distress that day, a fact she still remembered.
"Yes, it’s needed," said Chu Qi, "Master Yong Jue from Shifang Temple and Daoist Master Qing Xu from Ling Xiao Temple should both deliver an invitation to you."
Mianmian understood and nodded her small head again, "Then they must have already tried to contact me."
Little Bun hadn’t checked her mobile phone for several days.
When she took out her mobile phone and looked, indeed there were private messages from Master Yong Jue and Daoist Master Qing Xu. Both were asking if she would attend the religious event at Fahua Temple, explaining in detail that the event was designed to be tomorrow since that evening would be the Ghosts Festival.
In North City, the event was at Fahua Temple, and other cities had similar events, all organized by nationally recognized Temples and Daoist Temples.
Daoist priests and monks took turns reciting scriptures, and the divine power they inadvertently emanated helped suppress some of the negative energy that rose when the Ghost Gate opened wide. Moreover, once monks and Daoist priests gathered in large numbers in the city, those fierce and resentful ghosts whose strength had increased due to the opening of the Ghost Gate, and were not under the control of the Underworld, also became wary and dared not mess with ordinary people.
After reading the two invitations, Mianmian felt a bit troubled.
Should she agree to the bald man or to Qing Xu?
After hesitating, Mianmian noticed her seventh grandchild @ing her in the group, and a lightbulb went off in her little head. She took the initiative to message both men, "Let’s chat on Whatsapp."
She also sent them her Whatsapp ID set by Su Chenfei, mianmiankeai.
After adding both of them, Mianmian asked Su Chenzhou how to create a Whatsapp group. After asking her who to add, Su Chenzhou helped her set it up. He "incidentally" added himself to the group before handing the mobile phone back to Mianmian.
Noting that her sixth grandchild was also in the group, Mianmian asked, "Sixth grandchild, how come you’re in this group too?"
Su Chenzhou, "Sixth grandchild was too sleepy, slipped the hand."
Yes, it was a slip of the hand, not because he wanted to keep an eye on Master Yong Jue, lest this "shameless monk" lead Little Auntie astray.
"Oh, sixth grandchild, you’re still not being good," Mianmian, taking Su Chenzhou at face value, earnestly remarked, "You should go to bed earlier."
Su Chenzhou nodded silently, his sharp eyes catching Master Yong Jue sending a yawning cat emoticon in the group, its eyes oozing with laziness and helplessness.
He wasn’t actually familiar with Master Yong Jue. He only knew about his quirky personality because his own status allowed him access to some confidential information.
This information could be shared with the leaders of Dragon Country, but not carelessly spread outside.
After Master Yong Jue sent the emoticon, he quickly followed it with a voice message.
Mianmian clicked on it, and an elderly voice with a crying tone came through, "Wuu wuu wuu, wuu wuu wuu wuu, Little Sister Mianmian, you said you’d visit your brother at Shifang Temple, why haven’t you come yet?"
The way and rhythm of crying made Mianmian think for a moment that it was her seventh grandchild who had gotten old.
Because the two sounded way too similar!
"I’m going, don’t you worry," Mianmian turned on "pie in the sky" mode, making a promise to Master Yong Jue, "I’ve just been so busy lately, I really haven’t had the time, but I’ll definitely go when I do."
Daoist Master Qing Xu then sent a voice message of his own.
"Yong Jue, feel your face, I fear it’s thicker than the walls of your Shifang Temple. Now feel the wrinkles on your face, don’t you feel any shame?"
Yong Jue chuckled, "Hehehe, Old Monk and Little Sister Mianmian are talking, what’s it got to do with you, Mr. High and Mighty?"
"Little Sister Mianmian, here’s an invitation to the dharma assembly at Shifang Temple, specially reserved for you by your brother, you must accept it."
With that, a link with a "卍" symbol appeared in the chat.
Seeing Yong Jue so shameless, having already sent the link, Qing Xu sent out his own invitation as well.
"Mianmian, you should accept your Senior Qing Xu’s invitation instead. You’ll have more to talk about with my disciples. There are so many lightbulbs on their side, it’s not appropriate for you to sit there!"
No sooner had Qing Xu finished speaking than Yong Jue sent a voice message, first laughing, then saying, "Qing Xu, oh Qing Xu, haven’t you been keeping up with the latest hotspots? It’s inappropriate for Little Sister Mianmian to sit with you guys. Sitting with our disciples from Shifang Temple is what’s most fitting!"
He casually sent out an emoticon of Mianmian.
It was an emoticon that had gone viral in the Milk Bun and Su Chenfei’s fan group; Little Bun’s shiny bald head had the words ’blessings shine upon you, fortune without limits’—a modern popular electronic charm for good luck among the young people.
Seeing that emoticon, Mianmian opened her little mouth, stunned and motionless.
She was certainly bald, but she hadn’t become a nun!
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