Chapter 861: When the Magnolias Bloom Return at Leisure

Bo Yanching waited until the next morning but didn’t hear a word from Nan Jiaojiao.

The chat box was left open all night.

He wasn’t in the mood for work, so he roughly delegated tasks to Han Chuan and returned to the old residence.

Weekend, both kids were at home.

It was still early, and neither had gotten up.

Bo Yanching timed it for breakfast, joined Old Lady Bo for breakfast, and went with her to the backyard’s Buddhist hall to beat the wooden fish.

Old Lady Bo started worshipping Buddha from her thirties, not knowing who to worship at first, she prayed to all, thinking all immortals are one family, she’d rather be a groupie than a solo fan.

After worshipping for a couple of decades, she grew a bit tired, especially during holidays going to various mountains to pray, not only were the mountain roads hard to walk, the incense money and golden statue costs were also a big expense, gradually she couldn’t handle it anymore, stopped being a groupie, just worshipped one or two, and with age, only prayed to Guanyin.

According to her, Guanyin was merciful, as long as the heart was sincere, any prayer would work, sitting in front of the ancient Buddha all day wouldn’t be boring.

A Buddha hall was specially built for her at Bo Residence.

Bo Yanching just happened to witness the reduction of statues in the Buddha hall.

He sat on the meditation mat, flipping through a scripture book in his hand, the edges of the pages were somewhat old but not yet yellow and wrinkled, the writing and illustrations were clear, not like something frequently flipped through.

“Grandma, have you read all these scriptures?”

“Why?” Old Lady Bo immediately gave him a “Are you questioning me?” look and righteously said, “Haven’t flipped through them.”

Bo Yanching paused, “Then why display so many?”

“Can’t I just pretend?”

Bo Yanching laughed, deliberately glancing at the wooden fish in front of Old Lady Bo, her grip on the wood mallet was only barely correct.

“First thing in the morning, what are you here for, to annoy me?”

“To keep you company.”

“Do I cherish your company?

Don’t be an eyesore in front of me, get lost.”

Old Lady Bo took a moment to glare at him, turned her head, gazed at Guanyin, her brows and eyes softened, and she clasped her hands together, muttering, “Amitabha, sins, may the Bodhisattva not blame.”

“…”

Bo Yanching nearly burst into laughter.

He was afraid that laughing would seem disrespectful.

After a sincere prayer, he whispered a word to Old Lady Bo and quietly left.

He wandered around the house and happened to see Bo Qingshan under the magnolia tree eating pastries.

“Third Uncle.”

Bo Qingshan waved him over, “It’s really good, come over and try it.”

Bo Yanching glanced at his watch, “You’ve just had breakfast two hours ago, hungry again?”

“I’m not hungry.”

Bo Qingshan tapped the open book, “I’m doing homework, the butler brought it to me, I tasted it and found it good, so ate a couple more, before you came I was focused on homework.”

Bo Yanching glanced at his math book, “Very focused, aim for a perfect score on the next test.”

“Third Uncle, you’re too demanding!”

What does it mean when a single sentence ruins the appetite.

This is it.

Bo Qingshan took a few pieces from each plate, placed them on one plate, moved it to the side, “These are for Qianqian, she hasn’t gotten up yet, we’ll have these.”

Bo Qingshan sat close to Bo Yanching, stuffing a flower cake into his hand.

“This one’s delicious, the filling is made from magnolia flowers, that one is good too, made from magnolia flower powder, these, and these…”

Bo Yanching looked up, a magnolia tree was right beside him.

Petals fluttered down, the air was moist with a slight fragrance.

A petal landed on his fingertip, Bo Yanching’s fingers moved slightly, looked down, a slow smile spread in his eyes.

“She didn’t trick me.”

“When the magnolia blooms, I can slowly return home.”