Old Man Ding's little grandson lay sprawled on the table, sipping thin porridge that did not have a single grain of rice in it, forcing himself not to look at the chicken on the table. But every now and then, he could not help stealing a few glances.
This little grandson of Old Man Ding's was five or six years old, and was called Ding Miao'er.
He had probably been given that name in the hope that, like the rice seedlings in the fields, he would grow up smoothly and safely.
When rice seedlings grew up, it meant a year of good harvest.
When a child grew up, it meant peace and smooth fortune.
Mo Hua finished the porridge in his bowl, ate one piece of chicken, then pushed the entire plate of meat in front of Miao'er.
"I'm full. Let Miao'er eat it."
Old Man Ding hurriedly said, "How could that do?"
Mo Hua said, "I'll ask you a few questions. If you tell me, that will count as the payment for drawing the array."
Old Man Ding said, "Little sir, if there is anything you need, just ask. This old man will tell you everything he knows. That is already part of my duty, but this..."
Bai Zixi, at the side, was wholeheartedly dealing with a plate of chicken.
The ancestor rebuked, "What does he understand? Your Zhang Jia family's ancestors never had any secretly handed-down inheritance!"
Mo Hua could not help sighing.
But his stomach truly was hungry, and it had also been a very long time since he had known what meat tasted like.
No wonder...
Practicing only one array each day, he could not even reach a fraction of a fraction of himself...
But Mo Hua still had not found any clues about the Absolute