You said you would tell fortunes, so you can catch ghosts and exterminate zombies easily?

Ah Biao was also completely confused.

"I don't know. They were chatting happily just a moment ago, and now they're fighting amongst themselves?"

"Wait, let me ask."

He put down the microphone and yelled, "What's all the noise about so early in the morning?"

Unfortunately, the noise only stopped for a second.

The masters turned and glanced at him, then quickly resumed their heated argument, their faces flushed.

Ah Biao let out a breath, then listened carefully for a while before picking up the microphone again.

"It seems they've already taken the birth chart for analysis, and the results are different. Two masters said the person is dead, while the other three said they're still alive..."

Su Chen overheard their conversation through the microphone, and after calculating their birth charts, he gave a low "hmm": "It's alright, let them do what they want."

Ah Biao paused, then turned around, covered the microphone, and whispered, "You mean... the child is gone?"

Su Chen didn't answer, which A Biao interpreted as tacit agreement.

He turned and stared at the three people who said they were still alive: "You said they were capable? You've miscalculated!"

"Master, you're a charlatan, aren't you?"

Su Chen chuckled: "Everyone has their own expertise. It's normal to make mistakes in calculations due to oversights in details. Alright, if there's nothing else, I'll hang up now."

After hanging up the phone, Su Chen looked up and met Lin Yan's gaze.

The boy still had a serious expression on his face and sat up straight. When he saw him looking over, his eyes flashed for a moment, and then he was patted on the shoulder.

"You must be Xiao Yan?" A Liang sat down next to him, holding a bowl of porridge. He looked him over carefully and nodded with certainty. "Grandma, you're just as well-behaved as you said."

"But at this age, don't you need to go to school?"

Lin Yan shook his head.

"Uncle, does becoming a Taoist master at such a young age mean you don't have to go to school? I wish I had gone to a Taoist temple back then..."

He was hit hard on the forehead.

"Go to the Taoist temple, go to the Taoist temple~ With your abilities, all you can do at the Taoist temple is sweep the floor. Did you learn it when your uncle tried to teach you before?"

Ah Liang rubbed his head dramatically: "Grandma, go easy on me, give me some face."

Liu Chunhua glanced at him sideways and handed him a fried dough stick: "You still have any face to save?"

She then gave Lin Yan a piece of rice: "Xiao Yan, don't mind him. He's always talking nonsense. Let's just eat our food."

"Thank you grandma."

"Thank you, Grandma~" Ah Liang mimicked, wiggling his bottom a few times.

Su Chen glanced at him and immediately became obedient.

The silence didn't last even a minute before Ah Liang's pager went off.

Seeing him fiddling with it, Liu Chunhua glanced at him sideways: "Showing off all day long."

"This was prepared for you by Boss Zhang, so don't break it."

Su Chen suddenly realized.

He also thought that pagers were expensive, and Ah Liang shouldn't be so extravagant as to buy one himself.

If Zhang Yugui provided the match, then it makes sense.

Seeing Ah Liang's furrowed brows, Old Man Su asked in confusion, "Ah Liang, are you alright?"

"That's right. If Mr. Zhang has something to do, don't delay. Grab a fried dough stick and hurry over. We're not in a rush to learn to drive."

"He's not the boss, he's a friend." A-Liang took a bite of the fried dough stick with suspicion, crunching as he turned to look at Su Chen. "Uncle, he's the one we comforted last night."

Su Chen nodded: "What do you want?"

Ah Liang hesitated for a moment before handing the pager to Su Chen.

"They're calling me to the funeral home," he chewed on his words, puzzled. "Could it be that he can't get over it and is going to go back and kill his wife?"

After reading it, Su Chen returned the pager to him, glancing at A Liang's face and raising an eyebrow.

Ah Liang became alert: "No way? Did I really hit the nail on the head? This guy really did lay a hand on his wife?"

Su Chen didn't answer, but looked at Lin Yan instead.

The young man was quite perceptive: "Master Su, please speak."

"Spend a day with him."

Su Chen pointed at A Liang.

Everyone was surprised.

Ah Liang chuckled: "Uncle, don't tell me I'm going to be killed to silence me."

He spoke with a sense of regret.

"I've only known him for two months, and we're not even that close. If I'd known, I wouldn't have gone. Wouldn't it have been better to use that time to keep Fangfang company during her night shift?"

Liu Chunhua rolled her eyes: "Serves you right!"

Old Man Su: "Now you realize you've gotten yourself into trouble? Too late!"

"It's a good thing you have an uncle, otherwise you wouldn't even know how you got into trouble."

After they finished scolding him, Su Chen said to Lin Yan, "Be careful."

Lin Yan nodded seriously with a straight face: "Okay."

He felt relieved and continued eating, but Liu Chunhua and Old Man Su were not at ease.

The two kept asking who it was and what had happened.

With so many children around, A-Liang didn't say anything, he just kept waving his hands: "Grandpa and Grandma, don't worry, if I'm really in danger, will Uncle be able to keep an eye on me?"

"Don't worry about things that aren't your concern."

Liu Chunhua glared: "Who's causing trouble then...?"

Seeing that her voice was about to rise, Su Chen cleared his throat.

After attracting attention, he asked, "Mom, are we making zongzi for the Dragon Boat Festival? Brother Biao just said that my sister-in-law sent over a batch of fresh reed leaves from her hometown, and asked us to get some."

Liu Chunhua's attention was indeed drawn.

"Reed leaves? We used to use those to wrap rice cakes."

Old Su nodded: "Our family always uses bamboo shoot husks and reed leaves to wrap zongzi..."

Su Chen: "We can give it a try. Maybe we'll like the ones we make."

Liu Chunhua thought for a moment and nodded: "Anyway, July and Ahao are there, so it doesn't matter if we try more."

"If you make too many, just send some to your older brother and sister-in-law. They're at home anyway, so they probably don't have time to cook for themselves. Eating zongzi is convenient; they don't even need to cook."

Ah Liang chuckled: "My parents would love for you to take on more, since it's almost time to plant rice, and they'll probably be very busy."

When this was mentioned, Old Man Su suddenly slapped his forehead.

Liu Chunhua glanced at her sideways: "You can forget this? And you're driving."

"We'll ask around in the next couple of days and help with the rice planting when we get back."

"Yes, make a lot of zongzi to take with you."

Su Chen paused for a moment, then said, "I'll go help out later too."

Liu Chunhua immediately waved her hand: "No, no, no, can you get out of bed?"

Old Su nodded: "That's right, have you ever properly planted rice seedlings since you were a child? Don't end up killing all the seedlings."

Upon hearing this, Ah Liang winked and made faces at Su Chen.

"Hehe, is there anything you can't do, Uncle?"

Su Chen sighed helplessly, "You can always learn something new. I was just lazy before."

"Alright, alright, then..."

“Let’s go back home on the weekend so that Honghong and Apeng can learn from them.”

Liu Chunhua was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Old Man Su.

Ah Liang asked directly, "Uncle, Hong Hong and Ah Peng will be city people from now on, why do they still need to learn how to transplant rice seedlings?"

"There's no harm in learning," Su Chen smiled. "Don't I have to learn too?"

"Okay, I'm full, Mom. I'm taking Ayun with me now."

Liu Chunhua nodded, quickly realizing what she meant: "No, Ah Chen, don't turn back and leave Ah Yun behind again. Keep an eye on her!"

Seeing that the person had completely disappeared, she sighed helplessly.

"This kid... he already has money, so why does he still have to set up a stall every day? It's like he has to go to work on time every day?"

Old Man Su: “…”

He silently took a sip of porridge.

Because making money by setting up a street stall can be addictive!