AWB Chapter 379 Ginger Porridge is Still the Best
Chapter 379 Ginger Porridge is Still the Best
Finally managing to coax the clingy young master back home, Jiang Zhouzhou, feeling guilty, tiptoed back to the apartment.
She glanced at the tightly closed door next door, and her eyes flickered.
Everyone went tonight, but Zhou Xian wasn't there. He seemed to dislike appearing in such occasions.
Using her fingerprint to unlock the keypad, Jiang Zhouzhou changed into slippers and walked into the living room.
She took out a handful of pretty candies from her small handbag, took a picture of them, and sent it to Zhou Xian.
[Jiang Zhouzhou: Photo.jpg]
[Zhou Gougou: ?]
The other party responded instantly.
[Jiang Zhouzhou: You didn't go to Grandpa Ji's birthday banquet today, so I brought this back especially for you.]
Ginger porridge: to share in the good fortune of longevity.
[Zhou Gougou: I want to bask in your warmth even more]
[Ginger Porridge: ...]
[Zhou Gougou: Put it away properly, don't you dare steal it!]
[Ginger Porridge: Oh]
[Jiang Zhouzhou: Aren't you coming back tonight?]
[Zhou Gougou: At the hospital]
[Zhou Gougou: You want me to go back?]
Jiang Zhouzhou looked at the nickname on her phone, and every time his message popped up, she couldn't help but smile.
Before she could reply, the other end answered on its own.
[Zhou Gou Gou: Looks like he wants to see me]
[Zhou Gougou: Just wait]
Zhou Xian put down his phone and was about to leave the ward when a voice called out to him.
This large family, which is usually hard to get together, is now enjoying a joyful time together every day in the hospital ward.
“Ah Xian, your father’s health has started to improve recently. Even the doctor said it was a medical miracle. I think this is all thanks to the blessings I have received from my vegetarian diet, chanting Buddhist prayers and asking the Bodhisattva for protection.”
Mr. Ji's fourth wife was kind-looking and wore a string of priceless Buddhist beads on her wrist.
“Now that your father’s health has improved, I plan to go to Tiantai Temple to fulfill my vow. However, the master said that if your father’s health is to be fully recovered, he needs to go from the foot of the mountain to the Bodhisattva, kneeling once for each step.”
“You are your father’s most beloved child. Even when he was critically ill, he made a will in which you were to inherit all his property. So your father and I have discussed this matter, and it will be up to you to do it.”
All eyes in the ward were on Zhou Xian.
Even the old man lying in the hospital bed, though already emaciated, still had sharp, aged eyes.
Tiantai Temple has 8,000 steps from the foot of the mountain to the main hall. If you really had to kneel down for every step, your legs would be completely ruined.
The atmosphere in the ward was unusually quiet.
Someone secretly glanced at Old Master Zhou lying on the hospital bed, and then looked at the charitable woman who looked like a bodhisattva.
Although Mr. Zhou made his fortune through women, he gave each of his wives a formal title, and even after divorce, they did not separate their households.
The Fourth Madam was shrewd; under the guise of fulfilling a vow for Old Master Zhou, she easily targeted Zhou Xian.
But Mr. Zhou, who cherishes his life, naturally wouldn't refuse. For someone as terminally ill as him, when medical technology is helpless, he can only place his last hope in praying to gods and Buddhas.
Seeing that Zhou Xian remained silent, the others began to offer their advice.
"Ah Xian, Dad loves you the most. I'm just asking you to do something so simple. Don't tell me you can't do it."
"That's right, if it were me, I would definitely agree without hesitation."
"If A-Xian is unwilling, then let me do it! For Dad's recovery, I will kneel until my legs break and crawl to the Bodhisattva."
They all chimed in, each vying to express their filial piety.
If outsiders saw this, they would definitely think that the Zhou family was very loving and filial.
A cold laugh interrupted the cacophony of voices.
Zhou Xian looked at the kind-looking Fourth Madam and said casually, "If praying to the Bodhisattva were effective, Fourth Madam's first son wouldn't have died in a car accident at such a young age."
The woman's hands, which were resting on her Buddhist prayer beads, froze.
Zhou Xian watched her expression change and laughed, "Of course, Fourth Madam is a Buddhist, so she must believe in cause and effect. Who told my short-lived Sixth Brother to be so bad? He never did anything related to people, and as a result, he really did become a ghost."
“Poor sixth brother, if he were still alive, I would never have had the chance to kneel on the steps like that.”
The ward was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
No one expected that Zhou Xian would dare to directly contradict the Fourth Madam.
Then he walked to the bedside, and the people guarding the bedside made way for him.
Zhou Xian looked at the emaciated old man on the hospital bed and smiled: "Dad, you're getting senile. You mistook a final burst of energy for an improvement in your condition, and you even went along with Fourth Madam's nonsense and made your beloved son kneel on the steps. Don't you think about it? If my legs really get crippled from kneeling, how am I supposed to kneel down to see you off at your funeral?"
These outrageous words are utterly astonishing.
Old Master Zhou raised his bony hand and uttered a single word with difficulty in a hoarse voice: "You..."
Zhou Xian held his hand and said sensibly, "Dad, are you trying to say that you are an unfilial son? If your throat is sore, don't talk. I'll say it for you."
Grandpa Zhou, whose health had just improved, was so angry that he rolled his eyes. He looked like he was about to run out of breath, and everyone frantically called for a doctor.
Before the will was amended, everyone hoped that the old man could live as long as possible.
Zhou Xian stepped aside and said to the others, "I advise you to make him change his will while he's still alive, otherwise... once he really passes away, you'll be in even worse shape."
The others didn't dare to say anything, and only after Zhou Xian left did some complaints begin to surface.
“Dad, you saw it too. That kid doesn’t respect us at all, and he doesn’t respect you either.”
These people really don't understand why Old Master Zhou has been so reluctant to revise his will.
Only the fourth wife, who was his bedmate, knew that the more ruthless and cunning Zhou Xian became, the more satisfied the old man was with him.
He doesn't need a good son who is kind and respectful to his brothers; he only needs a qualified heir who can protect the Zhou family's assets.
After leaving the hospital, Zhou Xian drove back to his apartment in a hurry.
Every time I go to the hospital, I get angry with him.
Ginger porridge is still the best; when attending a birthday banquet, they even bring him candy to share in the good fortune.