When Grandpa's expression suddenly changed, it was obvious he wasn't too pleased with my suggestion.
But Mao Jing had also said that the Feng Shui position of my home was definitely fine.
It was just that the house itself had been built strangely, like a tomb for the living.
So I spoke up again:
"Grandpa, the Feng Shui position of our home is definitely fine.
"But this house was built like a human head. Doesn't it look rather ugly?
"And we've lived in it for ten years now. Look at the houses down in the village.
"Second Brave and Dog Chicken's families all built new houses in a modern Chinese style. They look so nice.
"Why don't we renovate ours too?"
I tested the waters again.
To my surprise, Grandpa put down his chopsticks, lifted his osmanthus wine, and took a sip. A faint smile curled at his lips as he said:
"Our house cannot be touched.
"If it is to be changed, it can only be done after you turn thirty!"
Grandpa's words were decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.
And as he spoke, he stared straight into my eyes.
Even from that one sentence, I could already feel just how firm Grandpa was about this matter.
"Why?"
I was full of suspicion. Mao Jing and Zhang Yuchen were also staring at my grandfather.
Grandpa spoke again:
"I had someone read your fortune. They said your fate was poor, bad from birth.
"If you wanted to survive, the old house had to be rebuilt.
"And it had to be built four times, each time differently.
"When you were born, it was built once.
"This house was rebuilt when you were ten.
"When you turn thirty, it will be rebuilt a third time.
"When you turn forty, it will be