Cooking takes time, and meanwhile, Jiang Ming'an realized he couldn't rely on his old father, so he had to step in.
Lu Jinqian was surprised that his nephew, who used to be quiet, had become quite talkative now.
Xiao Ran was taken by Lu Yu to play with corn cob building blocks, so there was nothing that couldn't be talked about.
"... So, Uncle, where did my mother's pocket watch come from?"
Lu Jinqian reacted as if he had heard a ghost story, and it took him a while to calm down. He hadn't expected this ghostly thing almost took his brother-in-law's life.
"This thing was obtained by Jinlan from a monk."
A monk?
The three exchanged glances: it did have some connection to that story.
"Was that monk from Fahua Temple?" Jiang Ming'an asked with a wrinkled brow.
Lu Jinqian shook his head, not knowing why his nephew mentioned Fahua Temple. If it weren't for the second son's family visiting Yun Dian, he wouldn't even know about Fahua Temple.
"No, it was Qiong Bamboo Temple."
