After the divorce, I became a rich girl

Mother Li sighed softly, put down the aluminum basin, stood up and went into the house. After a while, she came out with an exquisite gift box: "This is the peace lock that I asked a master to bless in the temple. It has been in the temple for half a year, and the master chants sutras every day. It has been blessed. When you go back, give it to your sister Jiawei."

There is a temple in their county town, which was built during the Republic of China. It was almost out of service, but a few years ago, an internet celebrity went there and shot a short video, saying that making a wish there was particularly effective, and then the temple suddenly became popular.

The county took the opportunity to promote the temple vigorously, renovated and expanded it on the original site. Now it has become a key tourist attraction in the county, and more and more tourists come to pray and burn incense.

There is a workshop in the temple that makes and sells silver jewelry all year round. Because the shop is in the temple, many consumers feel that the jewelry here is imbued with the power of Buddha's blessing, which can ward off disasters and protect peace.

Therefore, over time, almost all pilgrims who come here to burn incense will bring one or two items back with them as a token of blessing.

If you are not in a hurry, you can also ask the workshop master to tailor it for you. You can use the materials prepared in the store, or bring your own gold and silver to create your own jewelry.

This store also provides more thoughtful services. Every piece of jewelry sold can enjoy the special service of free "consecration" by a master in the temple.

Li Huaiying opened the box and found four golden and exquisitely carved peace locks. She couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Mom, are these made of gold? How much did you buy them for?"

Father Li smiled and said, "It didn't cost much. Your mother went to the bank to buy gold bars and stayed in the temple to watch the master forge the lock bit by bit.

Your mother and I thought that Jiawei's family of four had everything they needed, but Jiawei helped you wholeheartedly. If it weren't for her, how could you be where you are today? This is the most valuable thing your mother and I can give you. This is our token of appreciation. Just consider it as a thank you gift from your mother and me as our elders."

Li Huaiying held the box and nodded: "I know, Dad. I'll send it to Sister Jiawei as soon as I get back."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard someone knocking on the iron door of his house. The three of them looked at each other in bewilderment. Mother Li hurriedly stood up, took two steps toward the door, and asked loudly, "Who is it?"

A crisp response came from outside the door: "Auntie, I'm Qingyue!"

Mother Li turned around and saw her son frowning. She understood what he meant and stood there without opening the door. She just raised her voice and asked, "Qingyue, it's so late, what can I do for you?"

"Aunt, my mother cooked a pot of native chicken and asked me to bring a bowl to you and uncle to try!"

Mother Li smiled faintly, and said in a distant and polite tone: "Don't bother, your uncle and I have already eaten.

You have a big family, keep some for yourselves." She knew her sister-in-law's personality very well. She was usually very stingy. If she didn't have any ulterior motives, why would she suddenly become so "generous"?

Besides, her son is leaving tomorrow, and she doesn't want outsiders to know that her son has returned, in case there are any more complications. After all, the issues concerning her son on the Internet have not yet been resolved.

Ever since Li Huaiying entered the entertainment industry, Li's mother no longer watches melodramatic skits. Now, whenever she has free time, she grabs her phone to read entertainment news, from celebrity updates to industry gossip, and she has figured out some of the details.

Especially in the past two days, the news that Jiawei gave the role to Huaiying in "Jian Ge" has caused a sensation on the Internet.

The overwhelming public opinion opened her eyes. She realized that there were people hiding behind the screen on the Internet, and their insults were even more foul than those of the old women in their village.

Outside the door, Li Qingyue held the large porcelain bowl filled with chicken tightly, stared at the motionless iron door, and gritted her teeth.

She had to go in this night: "Aunt! I ran half a mile in the wind to deliver it here, how can I take it back? Please open the door, it will only take you a moment!"

The weather is neither too cold nor too hot now, so the neighbors like to sit at the gate after dinner to enjoy the breeze and chat. If she insists on closing the door, she will inevitably be talked about if others see her.

If someone posts it online and mixes it with the public opinion storm his son is currently caught up in, I'm afraid it will trigger a new round of verbal battles and ruin his reputation.

While hesitating, Li Huaiying looked at her mother and said, "Mom, open the door. I'm leaving at noon tomorrow. It doesn't hurt to meet you."

Mother Li sighed helplessly, walked slowly forward and opened the iron door, her tone somewhat reluctantly: "Come in, Qingyue."

When Li Qingyue walked into the yard, she quickly closed the door bolt and subconsciously looked outside the yard. Fortunately, there were not many people in the alley and no one was looking towards her house.

Li Qingyue walked in with a porcelain bowl in hand, and immediately saw Li Huaiying sitting on a stool. Her eyes widened immediately: "Brother Huaiying! When did you come back?"

Li Huaiying stood up and took the porcelain bowl from Li Qingyue's hand, pointing to the bamboo chair next to him: "Hurry up and sit down. I have only been home for two days."

Li Qingyue was secretly pleased with herself, as it turned out to be just as she had guessed.

These days she always saw the door of her aunt's house closed, which seemed strange.

It was not until this morning that I mentioned it by chance. Yesterday he was playing on the street. When his aunt opened the door, he seemed to have seen Brother Huaiying through the crack in the door. Unfortunately, the door was closed very quickly and he did not see it clearly.

So, Li Qingyue took advantage of the time when her mother went to her grandmother's house and quickly slaughtered an old hen at home.

She simmered the chicken soup over a slow fire until it was golden and shiny. During the dinner break, she carried the heavy porcelain basin and went straight to her uncle's house.

Father Li took the porcelain basin from Li Huaiying's hand and said in a friendly tone like an elder: "Qingyue, take a break first. I'll serve the soup."

Li Qingyue waved her hands hurriedly, smiling: "Uncle, don't bother! Just put the basin here, I'll pick it up on the way tomorrow!"

Li's mother took a glass from the main room, brewed a cup of steaming hot tea and handed it to her: "Qingyue, have some tea."

Li Qingyue took the teacup with both hands, and her sweet words of thanks hinted at her determination to not give up until she achieved her goal.

Li Qingyue held the glass in both hands, looking back and forth at Li Huaiying like a searchlight, and exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Brother Huaiying, you are completely reborn now!

When I was watching "Jian Ge", I thought you were handsome. Now that you are standing in front of me in person, you look even more handsome than on TV! "

Hearing Li Qingyue praising her son, Li Fei and his mother also became happy, and the smiles on their faces became more genuine.

Li Huaiying smiled and waved his hands, his eyes full of humility: "It's all thanks to the makeup artist." He looked back at Li Qingyue and asked with concern: "As for you, you have become more and more beautiful in the past two years. What are you doing now?"