Xia Xin followed behind Jiangli to the hospital and glanced over, "That old ancestor, should we not tell the Fan Family about the donation we made?"
Jiangli was nonchalant, "What's there to say? Let's hurry back, I'm hungry."
Xia Xin: "..."
It seemed like on the road, the one who had eaten a ton of barbecued meat, fried chicken, and milk tea wasn't the old ancestor himself.
Xia Xin looked deeply at Jiangli, surprisingly cheerful, and without bringing up the donation again, he took Jiangli back to Jiaoyang Temple.
Today, he was going to prepare a big feast for the old ancestor!
...
When Jiangli and Xia Xin returned to Jiaoyang Temple, it was already past two in the afternoon.
But when the two of them entered the Taoist Temple, they found that there were still quite a few pilgrims coming and going.
Jiaoyang Temple, for a time, had an overcrowded feeling.
