At the entrance to his home, Uncle Ge and several other neighbors were waiting for Lu Qin.
"Little Lu, we all heard about you getting taken to the station. Although they cleared it up and it was all a misunderstanding, it was still bad luck. Come on, stand at the door and don't move. We'll help drive the bad luck away!"
As he spoke, Uncle Ge used pomelo leaves to pat Lu Qin all over.
Auntie Wang had even brought a brazier and told Lu Qin to step over it.
Lu Qin said with a wry smile, "Auntie Wang, I didn't get out of prison. There's no need for this."
Auntie Wang looked utterly serious. "Going to the station is the same. The brazier burns away bad luck and welcomes good luck. Hurry up and step over it."
Sister Liu said, "Mix some coal ash with water and drink a cup."
Lu Qin hurriedly waved his hands. "Sister Liu, that really won't be necessary."
These neighbors might have been superstitious, but they were all genuinely kind people.
Seeing that some of them had brought their grandsons and granddaughters along, Lu Qin said,
"Auntie Wang, wait a moment. There's Mung Bean Paste in my fridge. I'll get a few cups for your grandchildren."
"Oh, no, no. Those are for selling. We can't drink them."
Lu Qin said with a smile, "You often bring fruit for my little one. I should return the favor too."
With that, Lu Qin quickly headed inside.
Auntie Wang and the others made a token protest, then stopped being polite.
Lu Qin's Mung Bean Paste was simply too delicious to refuse.
They had tried making it at home themselves, but they could never recreate Lu Qin's silky, smooth, soft, and refreshing texture.
Anyone could make Mung Bean