With the help of Aunt Mary and Aunt Winnie, today's lunch was sumptuous.

Of course, since Mrs. Jenny brought Eunice to visit her home that time, Karen will try her best to make every meal as good and exquisite as possible as long as conditions permit.

The three main dishes are Dongpo Pork, Su-style Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs, and Crab Meat Lion Head;

The three side dishes are scrambled eggs with leeks, large boiled dry shreds, and vegetarian chicken.

The three cold dishes are: cold cucumber, cold fungus and drunken shrimp.

Finally, there is a jar of old duck soup.

When Dis returned, Karen rang the bell outside the kitchen.

He felt that he would definitely miss this moment in the future, and the dynamic scene of family members emerging from upstairs and downstairs one after another and sitting at the dining table after the sound.

Therefore, Karen closed her eyes when she rang the bell, hoping that she could remember the crisp sound of the bell with her heart.

Today there are three assistants and three children in the family. There are many people eating, so naturally there are more dishes and types prepared.

After all, with the family's financial situation and income, it would not be easy to destroy it under normal circumstances, unless the family would invest like Uncle Mason in the future.

Not surprisingly, the most popular dish on the dinner table is the sweet and sour pork ribs. Ruilan people’s obsession with sweetness is almost engraved in their bones. The vegetarian chicken is also well received.

What surprised Karen was that the drunken shrimp was very popular, especially Uncle Mason and Ron, who enjoyed eating it without any psychological resistance at all.

"Eat this, come on, one per person. It's very hard to make, and it must be very nutritious."

Aunt Mary gave each of her three children a big lion's head.

Dis was still the first to put down the knife and fork, but this time he sat at the dinner table for a little longer before getting up and saying, "I've eaten, you can use it as you please."

After he went upstairs, the dining table suddenly became noisy.

"I'm going to make tea for grandpa."

This has almost become a strange habit in the family. Every time Diss is the first to leave the table, and Karen, who is responsible for the dinner, will come upstairs later.

Karen walked to the door of Dis' room and knocked on the door.

"Enter."

When Karen entered Dees's study, she found that Dees was lighting a candle.

Karen sat down on the chair opposite the desk and said:

"Grandpa, I also feel that the flame of a candle has more soul than an electric light."

Dis raised his head and glanced at Karen,

road:

"Oh." Dis pointed upward, "The light bulb is broken."

"..." Karen.

"Tell your uncle to change the light bulb this afternoon."

"Okay, grandpa."

Dis reached for the tea cup;

Karen stood up, picked up the thermos bottle and helped Grandpa fill it with water, and then sat down again. The thermos bottle in Grandpa's study was refilled every day before noon.

"What's the matter?" Dis asked.

"What happened last night."

"The circus people ran away. I wrote a report and the district will help investigate and deal with it."

"Grandpa, I'm not referring to the circus, I'm referring to that one."

"Rasma?"

"That's his name?"

"He is the high priest of the Cult of Kosmos and one of several representatives in the secular system of the Cult."

"I see." Karen nodded, "He is here to investigate the divine descending ceremony in Bellwyn City?"

"No, it's because my belief system has reached a critical point and resonated with the Temple of Order. There is no way to hide it anymore, so the Temple sent him to check on my situation."

After hearing this, Karen felt very comfortable.

It seemed to be like this every time. Dis rarely said anything to him, but when he took the initiative to ask questions, Dis never concealed anything.

This feeling is very relaxing. You won't be kept in the dark after what happened, and you don't have to wait until someone in your family has an accident before you can investigate step by step from notebooks or clues left behind.

Uncover the so-called "truth".

"They want me to enter the temple, become a temple elder, and serve the God of Order."

"The God of Order lives in the Temple of Order?" Karen asked me curiously.

Dis shook his head: "The temple is a special place. Every orthodox church will have a barrier-like existence. It is the true core area of ​​the church and hides the true secrets of the church.

This kind of area is called the Temple of Order in the Cult of Kosmos.

It is said that the remains of the true god are even hidden in the temple.”

"Grandpa, have you seen him?"

"I've seen it twice, once in the Temple of Order. I was able to go in and try it out once when I was young."

"What about the second time?" Karen asked instinctively.

If you don't ask some things, Dis might not bother to say them.

"The second time was because of Pu'er. This involves a secret from the Allen family a hundred years ago. You will know about it later."

So, back then, the Allen family got something and it was destroyed by Pu'er. Was that that thing?

"Okay." Karen pursed her lips, "The Cult of Order plans to invite grandpa to enter the temple to become an elder, and then, does grandpa intend to refuse?"

"Yes."

"OK."

Karen nodded.

"Are you done asking?" Dis asked.

"Um."

"I thought you would ask me why I refused."

"I can understand grandpa's pride, and I also agree with grandpa's choice." Karen said, "I will only ask the reason if you agree."

Dis nodded,

really,

It is very comfortable to chat with my grandson.

He regretted not bringing Rasma over, and then he could ask him: Am I right?

Dis tapped his fingertips on the edge of the tea cup and said:

"I can protect all of you and continue to live here safely.

How about this,

Let me ask you one last time,

Wayne,

Do you really want to go?"

"Go."

"Um."

The grandfather and grandson continued to sit face to face. It was always difficult for their conversations to be long, because many of their thoughts were tacitly understood without the need for verbal explanation.

But once there is no filling of nonsense in life, it will inevitably seem too quiet at some moments.

Then, once some words lose their foundation and are spoken suddenly, they will be unusually harsh and hard, but both grandfather and grandson can quickly overcome and digest these.

"Grandpa, I think I should seriously ask you again, will you die?"

"Won't."

"OK."

Karen's eyes began to wander around, and he was thinking about whether he had anything else to ask.

Dis was drinking tea silently, giving his grandson ample time to think.

a long time,

Karen stood up and looked at Dis: "I don't think I have anything to ask, Grandpa."

"oh."

Karen walked to the door of the study room, said "Hey", turned back and looked at Dis with a smile:
To be continued...