Hearing Grandfather Ling's words, Yuan Zhou choked for a moment and did not say anything.
After a while, Yuan Zhou said, "Can I borrow the kitchen?"
"Sure, go ahead. It's over there," Grandfather Ling said as he pointed to the left.
"Alright, thank you," Yuan Zhou nodded in thanks.
Old Master Ling shook his head. Ling Hong, on the other hand, was dressed in mourning clothes as though he was his own grandson.
As for Yin Ya, Jiang Changxi, and Wuhai, they quietly tied a white cloth around their arms to show that they were family.
Yuan Zhou quietly cooked in the kitchen. He first boiled a pot of porridge before starting on other dishes.
"It's good to have some porridge early in the morning. Although there's no pickled vegetables, I can make something else that Grandpa Jia hasn't eaten before," Yuan Zhou said quietly.
"This Double Cooked Pork is not bad either." Yuan Zhou recalled that Grandpa Jia had a special liking for Double Cooked Pork when Ling Hong treated him to a meal. Hence, he started cooking again.
There was an abundance of ingredients in the kitchen, enough for Yuan Zhou to make all the dishes that Grandpa Jia had ordered in the restaurant.
There was Egg-Fried Rice and Double Cooked Pork, which Grandpa Jia often ordered, and even a portion of Dongpo Pig Knuckle which Grandpa Jia had not ordered in time.
The dishes were piled up on the table. Yuan Zhou's hands did not stop moving. The back of his shirt was soaked with sweat, but he had no intention of stopping.
Just like that, he continued cooking.
Only when Grandfather Ling came over to call for him did Yuan Zhou stop what he was doing.
"Let's go. Send Class Monitor Jia up the mountain," Grandfather Ling said softly as he looked at the kitchen filled with dishes.
"Okay," Yuan Zhou nodded. He turned on the tap and washed his hands seriously.
"The food boxes are all in the cupboard," Grandfather Ling pointed to the other side of the kitchen. There was an entire cupboard there.
"Okay," Yuan Zhou replied and walked over to open the cupboard.
Sure enough, there were all kinds of food boxes inside.
The food boxes were very clean. There was not a single speck of dust on them. Presumably, they were cleaned frequently. However, Yuan Zhou still carefully wiped every single one of them, from the inside out.
After wiping it, Yuan Zhou placed a dish into the food container. Plate after plate of piping hot dishes were placed into the food container. Not long after, seven to eight six-layered food containers were piled up beside Yuan Zhou's feet. Each of them was exquisite and beautiful.
"It's rare for Class Monitor Jia to be able to eat so many delicacies at once," Grandfather Ling said.
"Yes, it's the first time," Yuan Zhou said.
"I have given him all the food boxes here. These food boxes are beautiful, right?" Grandfather Ling's wrinkled face asked solemnly.
"Nice," Yuan Zhou said.
"That's only natural. It will definitely look good," Grandfather Ling said.
After Yuan Zhou was done, Yin Ya and Jiang Changxi, who were standing at the door, walked into the kitchen.
"Let's carry it out," Yin Ya said.
"Okay." Yuan Zhou nodded and did not refuse.
There were a total of 12 food boxes on the floor. Yuan Zhou naturally could not carry all of them out by himself.
Including Yin Ya and Jiang Changxi, the three of them had to make two trips before they reached the mourning hall.
In the mourning hall, Ling Hong was burning joss paper in a brazier while Wuhai stared blankly at the overly young portrait. His relationship with Grandfather Ling was not very good, but it was definitely not bad either.
Due to his need for inspiration, Wu Hai would often listen to the old man's stories. But now, Wu Hai couldn't accept it. Ever since he saw the portrait of the deceased, the words that came out of his mouth changed from 'shooting the thief to' he was clearly fine a few days ago. '
"It's time to go," Grandfather Ling said.
As soon as Grandfather Ling finished speaking, many people rushed in. There were workers carrying the coffin and people leading the way.
As for Ling Hong, he carried Grandpa Jia's portrait and walked in front of the coffin. After a few steps, he knelt down and walked out of the door of the villa.
Class Monitor Jia, I'll let Ling Hong send you off. Although he is young and unreliable, he is a good child. You don't have any descendants, so he will be your descendant. I know you like him, Grandfather Ling thought to himself as he watched Ling Hong kneel out of the door.
There was a hearse parked outside the door. The workers worked together to send Ling Hong onto the hearse before they boarded the hearse themselves.
Perhaps it was because they were in the suburbs, but the hearse drove very fast. Everyone carried the food boxes that Yuan Zhou had prepared.
Although the hearse was fast, it still took them nearly an hour to arrive at a more remote place. The scenery was not very good, and the mountains were not high. They could vaguely see some graves and there were not many trees either.
"This is the graveyard that Class Monitor Jia chose himself. He said that he likes it here. It's quiet," Grandfather Ling said as he looked around.
Grandfather Ling did not need anyone's help. He walked up the mountain step by step with the help of his walking stick.
Actually, what Grandfather Ling did not mention was that this was Grandpa Jia's hometown. That was why he wanted to be buried here.
Grandfather Ling walked slowly. Jiang Changxi accompanied him quietly. Yin Ya carried a food box and followed beside Yuan Zhou.
The other food boxes were placed at the foot of the mountain.
"I'll bring them up myself," Yuan Zhou said, stopping the nanny and doctor who came to take care of Grandfather Ling.
Yuan Zhou carried two food boxes at a time. Other than the one box that Yin Ya carried, he made six trips down the mountain. Yin Ya accompanied Yuan Zhou every time.
When Yuan Zhou's food box was placed beside the graveyard, Grandfather Ling came up alone.
The craftsmen moved the sealed coffin into the hole. When the end of the coffin was placed into the small hole, the leader of the craftsmen asked his men to throw coins into the hole.
Grandfather Ling took the lead. Then, all six of them threw a handful of coins into the hole. During this time, the leader even said some auspicious words.
These words were originally meant for Grandpa Jia's descendants to bless them. Now that there were no descendants, the leader changed it to Grandpa Jia's friends.
After saying that, Ling Hong continued to burn joss paper in silence. Meanwhile, Yuan Zhou opened the food box and placed the dishes out.
"Let me help." Yin Ya wanted to help.
"Don't go. Let him do it himself." Jiang Changxi pulled Yin Ya's arm and said.
"Okay." Yin Ya looked at Yuan Zhou and then at Jiang Changxi. Then, she stopped in her tracks.
Grandfather Ling stared at the craftsmen who were sealing the grave. After a while, he said, "These are all the dishes that Class Monitor Jia has eaten, right?"
"Yes." Yuan Zhou nodded and continued to place the dishes on the table.
"Class Monitor Jia is a good man. Although he is not on the battlefield, he is still a brave man," Grandfather Ling suddenly said.
"Yeah, he is still so impulsive. Does he still think he is a young man?" Grandfather Ling said.
"If he gave in a little, he wouldn't be here now."
"This old man is f * cking competing with me. I am much more handsome than you now." Grandfather Ling's words turned into curses.
However, no one said anything.
"Go and kowtow to this old man before you leave," Grandfather Ling pointed at Ling Hong with red eyes.
Ling Hong did not say anything. He got up and kowtowed before standing up.
"Let's go. This old man will be our class monitor alone." After saying that, Grandfather Ling turned around and walked away.
As he walked, he grumbled unhappily, "Class Monitor Jia, look at you. You left so quickly and left me such a big mess. You even told me to look for it. Look at you …"
There was no wind on the mountain. However, Yuan Zhou did not hear what Grandfather Ling said after that. The few of them slowly walked down the mountain …
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