The sky is comming bright;

"Who is it, who is it!"

In the basement, Aunt Mary screamed in anger.

Then,

She walked up the slope angrily,

Saw Dis in priest's clothes.

"Father, Mr. Mosan in the basement doesn't know who the hell gave it to..."

"I did a ceremony for him."

"Oh, so it is, praise your kindness, and may Mr. Mosan rest in peace."

Aunt Mary prayed right away.

immediately,

She turned back to the studio, and quietly "touched up" Mr. Mosang again.

It's not unheard of before, the corpse received at home was "messy", and his father-in-law had performed rituals for the corpse several times, leaving the corpse torn.

but,

Since it was made by the father-in-law,

Aunt Mary didn't dare to get mad at him, not at all.

Last night, Karen, who left here, relocated Mr. Mosang's body back to the stretcher, wiped his own blood from the ground, and adjusted Mr. Mosang's clothes, but the makeup on his face... Karen is really inability to recover;

Therefore, he could only go back to the house to sleep after washing again.

when Wake up,

Cousin Lent, who slept in the same room as him, was no longer there.

Karen sat up from the bed and reached out and patted her forehead.

This body looks really good-looking, even from a man's point of view;

But it's just too weak.

In her previous life, although Karen often stayed up late and smoked, she insisted on running and exercising, and her physical fitness was still good.

"Looks like it's time to put exercise on the agenda."

Karen washed herself, went down to the second floor, and saw the milk and bread on the table.

Poured a glass of milk, picked up the bread and dipped it in it, ate two slices and drank the milk mixed with bread crumbs. Karen tidied up her collar and cuffs and went down to the first floor.

The phonograph on the first floor is playing the piano piece "Departed Old Man", which is one of the most frequently used songs in the mourning venues in Luojia City and several nearby cities.

Karen stood beside the gramophone, the first floor had been arranged, looking solemn and solemn;

Ron and Paul are placing the coffin on the small high platform, and Mina and Chris are busy lighting candles;

Cousin Lunt, with a mop in his hand, was cleaning up possible footprints on the ground.

Aunt Mary was sitting in the corner drinking water, looking a little tired. Karen knew why she was tired. The work she had done last night had turned into a rush job in the morning, and she must be very tired.

Aunt Winnie was holding a pamphlet and was taking stock of her utensils.

All the furnishings in the house on the first floor, except for "flowers", are old actors.

Although they are all recycled things, if they are lost or lost, it will be a lot of money to replace them.

Grandpa stood by the small high platform, watching Ron and Paul place the coffin.

Karen has been down for a while, and Grandpa didn't pay attention to Karen.

Everyone in the family is working, but Karen gets up late and no one calls out. This is a preferential treatment belonging to "Karen".

"Please, you've worked hard, I'm so sorry to come so early."

"It's okay, it's okay, it should be, hehe."

Uncle Mason greeted a middle-aged bald man who was dressed cheaply but looked posh;

Karen searched his memory and knew that his name was "Malmo" and he was the deputy director of an office in the district government.

In "memory", Aunt Mary despises this person very much. She thinks that he is too greedy, looks ugly, and likes to adjust his identity very much, but in the office where he is located, except for a director, everyone else is is the "Deputy Director";

Everyone else in the office works through the back door, so he has to run errands, so in fact he is just a clerk,

Mr. Malmo noticed Cullen and reached out to touch Cullen's head;

Karen took a step back and ducked.

"Hehe, I learned that you were ill last time, but it seems that your body is recovering now?"

"Yes, thank you for your concern." Karen responded.

"okay."

Without further delay, Malmö walked up the steps, picked up the old-fashioned "Wolfers" camera he carried with him, took a picture of Jeff in the coffin, and then stepped back down the steps;

The grandfather in the priest's clothes stood in front of the coffin, bowed his head, and prayed;

"Crack!"

Malmo took another shot;

finally,

Malmo retreated to the entrance of the living room again, chose a place with better light, and raised the camera lens toward the whole living room;

Karen saw that Aunt Mary, who was sitting in the chair, also stood up, and everyone, including the cousins, bowed their heads solemnly in mourning.

"Get ready, take your place..."

Karen also stood up straight and bowed her head.

"Crack!"

"All right."

Malmo put down the camera.

Uncle Mason handed a black notebook to Malmo, who nodded and accepted it.

Inside is a tip;

The welfare list is just like this. Just looking at the allocation quota of the municipal government and the quota of charitable organizations is not low, but it is implemented layer by layer.

Of course, today's "tip" will be more than usual, because Mr. Malmo woke up early today.

After the three photos that needed to be filed and submitted for the report were taken, Mr. Malmo didn't delay, he left with his camera and notebook, and Uncle Mason took him all the way to the door.

Even if you want to be courteous and send people directly back to the office, you can't do it unless Mr. Malmo is willing to be picked up by a hearse. The Inmelles family really doesn't have a private car.

Subsequently,

Paul and Ron worked together to remove Jeff's body from the coffin, put it on a stretcher, and pushed it back to the basement;

Immediately afterwards, the two pushed "Mr. Mosang" out and carried it into the coffin.

Aunt Mary stepped forward and began to adjust her posture to make Mr. Mossang appear more "comfortable" and "comfortable" as much as possible.

The rest of the decoration and furnishings have not changed, as usual.

This is "catch the field";

Although Mr. Mossang's children were stingy in other ways, because some relatives lived outside the city, they included "a full day" rather than "half a day" for Mr. Mossang's mourning service.

Of course, if conditions permit, let alone half a day, they are even willing to "pack time".

So, today "Jeff" actually rubbed Mr. Mosan's car.

Jeff, who has completed the process, must give way and go back to the basement to lie down.

Mr. Moissan has "lysed" into his seat,

Paul and Ron went to the door of the living room and the door of the yard by the road to set up signs, indicating that today is Mr. Mosan's mourning meeting.

Anyway, I have nothing to do on the first floor, Karen simply walked to the garden in the yard and picked a lot of ageratum leaves.

Then, he walked up to the second floor and entered the kitchen.

Today's lunch is prepared by him;

Many times, mourning venues will provide light meals to relatives and friends who come to mourn. Of course, this may only happen after family members need this service and pay for it;

Therefore, the family of Inmelis will also eat together as a working meal.

But today, Mr. Mosan and his children don't even want to talk about simple meals. They didn't even order drinks...the cheapest lemonade. Therefore, the Inmelles family had to prepare their own lunch.

Karen, who entered the kitchen, did not feel uncomfortable. In his previous life, he often cooked for himself, and he also enjoyed the process. Although his cooking skills are not a master chef, he should be considered excellent at the level of housewives and master-husbands.

Wash the Agaricus leaves first, Karen put a few pieces into the cup, and then poured into the hot water.

Afterwards, he began to choose ingredients. The ingredients at home were actually quite rich, but he didn't plan to make a big meal.

There was a refrigerator in the kitchen, which looked new and should have been bought not long ago, but in Karen's eyes, it was "old" enough.

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When preparing to process the ingredients, some noises came from the first floor. It should be that the relatives and friends who participated in Mr. Mosang came one after another.

Mina and Chris walked to the second floor, and the two little girls stood outside the kitchen curiously and looked at Karen who was meeting with them.

Originally, when the family had a business, the two of them had to be responsible for serving tea and water on the first floor, but they don't need it today.

"Brother, when did you learn to cook?" Mina asked.

"Yeah, yeah, what's that stick for?" Chris asked, sticking her head.

"Wait to eat."

Karen smiled. The rolling pin in his hand was taken from the small desk in his bedroom. In fact, there was a more handy long round rod in the basement, but Karen dared not use it, nor did he dare to use it when washing.

Pour the oil, heat it, Karen will fry the wrapped spring rolls in the oil pan, and then remove the oil to control the oil.

The spring rolls are packed with leeks and some diced pork;

After that, Karen started to fry eggplant pancakes, but in the middle of each eggplant pancake, Karen added a piece of Agaricus leaves, which made it more crispy and less greasy.

Because of the large number of people in the family, Ron and Paul would also have lunch here, so the spring rolls and the eggplant Karen were fried on two plates.

Later,

Karen started to fry the ingredients. He felt that he still had to find time to go to the market in the future. He had a lot of ingredients at home, but there was some lack of ingredients;

Pour the previously marinated chicken pieces into the pot, cover the pot and start simmering.

Yep, Karen is going to make another "Braised Chicken".

Hold up the teacup, enter the warm Huoxiang tea,

call,

Karen likes the feeling.

In his previous life, there was a very popular and simple way of eating in his hometown, called "tea brewing rice". He used Huoxiang tea and some mustard pickles. Although it was simple, it was addictive after eating it, but it was not friendly to the stomach.

Oh yes, I still have to get some pickles myself, and although there are "jars" in the basement, Karen decides to go to the market and buy new ones.

After the chicken was almost cooked, Karen poured the cut potato pieces, mushroom slices, green peppers, etc. into it, and started the final fire to collect the juice.

In another pot, Karen uses eggs and tomatoes to make a simple tomato and egg soup.

When the soup is ready, the yellow braised chicken can also be served.

"Mina, Chris, come and serve the dishes."

"Okay, brother."

"Well, it smells so good!"

Mina and Chris came in and served the plates;

After they were placed on the dining table, Chris went down to inform the family that lunch was ready, and then she couldn't wait to run up, grab a spring roll, and put it in her mouth.

It's not that they don't follow the rules of the table, but when there is business at home, they always come up to eat when they have nothing on hand. They don't have to wait for everyone to gather, they can eat early, and they can go down to change shifts to greet guests.

"It's delicious, brother." Chris nodded while chewing.

"Chris, use a fork," Mina reminded.

"It's okay, just use your hands." Karen himself took the spring rolls directly with his hands, and then dipped them in the bowl of fruit vinegar;

The taste of fruit vinegar at home is similar to that of white vinegar. Karen is not very satisfied. He is still more used to Zhenjiang balsamic vinegar.

Mina gave Karen a bowl of soup. As usual, Karen likes to add vinegar to the tomato egg soup, but he still resists the taste of fruit vinegar.

A mouthful of soup into the throat,

Karen took a deep breath,

For a time, he was moved to cry.

It's not that he is greedy, but after such a big change, the food of "hometown" can bring people a sense of spiritual comfort.

No matter how much "chicken soup", there is no soup that can be swallowed more real.

Mina and Chris ate very sweetly. They used spring rolls and eggplant patties to dip the stewed chicken soup, but Karen refused Mina's move to put the stewed chicken on her plate;

He didn't cook rice, and braised chicken without rice is soulless.

"Brother, will you teach me how to cook in the future?" Mina said.

"And me, and me." Chrissy also looked forward to it.

"okay."

At this time, Aunt Mary also came up, and when she saw the food on the table, she was very surprised: "Karen, what did you do?"

"Yes, Auntie, try it."

"Okay."

Aunt Mary picked up a spring roll with a fork and took a bite:

"Well, it's delicious. When did you learn to cook?"

"I read it in the book."

"Really, it's amazing. In the future, we can add a service at home. The chef we invited will prepare a light meal for the guests."

"Okay." Karen responded politely. Today is just a small test. He will also cook a lot of dishes. In his previous life, he achieved small financial freedom. He often travels all over the country, not punching in for photos, but looking for local delicacies;

Especially like and good at Sichuan cuisine.

Aunt Mary sat down and continued to eat, sarcastically saying:

"Not many people came to offer condolences, and even fewer sent gold deposits. There are still people who only sent a bunch of flowers. Tsk tsk, at first glance, they were picked from the yard of Mrs. Mark's house next door."

The level of productivity development is the fundamental reason for the emergence of customs. After all, both weddings and funerals require the help of relatives and friends, so the appearance of laying gold is also reasonable.

However, according to "Karen"'s memory, gifts can be given without money for weddings here, but sometimes newlyweds will make a list of gifts they want to give to relatives and friends, which is almost the same.

Also, people are more likely to receive cash than gifts.

"Does that pay back?" Karen asked Aunt Mary.

"So they arranged the afternoon session, and relatives who lived in other cities came in the afternoon. There should be some generous donations in there, right?" Aunt Mary took a sip of the soup and continued, "But it doesn't matter, we can have a good time with less income. ."

The big guys came up for lunch one after another, all unanimously praising Karen's cooking.

In terms of food ordering, spring rolls are the most popular. In the afternoon, Ron and Paul came up to empty the remaining cold spring rolls.

Karen was standing by when Grandpa came up for lunch.

"good."

"I'll make others," Karen said, "but with extra spice."

"Ask your aunt for money."

"Okay, grandpa."

"If you cook in the future, your pocket money can go up a bit. Of course, you don't have to do it every day," Diess said.

"I like cooking."

Well, pocket money is also needed.

During the conversation between the grandfather and the grandson, Pu'er had been crawling on the small sofa next to him, looking at the table of food, the cat fell into contemplation.

"Meow..." (A strange monster who created his own language?)

"Meow..." (A monster who can cook?)

"Meow...meow..." (Am I crazy, or is the alien crazy?)

At nearly three o'clock in the afternoon, the last group of condolence guests who came from outside the city finally arrived.

They are four old people, wearing suits, with... military medals hanging on their chests.

Karen noticed that the four of them gave the envelope containing the gold offering, which was noticeably thicker.

Four old people gathered around Mr. Mossang and mourned. One of them, Dingle, asked Aunt Mary about the funeral arrangements later. Aunt Mary politely replied that everything was arranged;

You can ridicule the stinginess of other people's children behind the scenes, but there is no need to take down the stage in person.

Mr. Mosang's children hurriedly stepped forward and walked away with a few old people supporting them and talking.

Cullen, who was standing at the door of the living room to collect water from a bucket, heard Mr. Mossang's children explaining that the burial in the cemetery was not organized and arranged because of the weather.

However, Mr. Dingle obviously saw something, but he didn't take it seriously. When he walked out of the courtyard with several other old people, Karen saw him sigh in the direction of the living room and wiped the corner of his eyes.

The mourning is over.

Under the organization and supervision of Aunt Winnie, everyone began to clean up the living room.

Paul's neighbors came over just now to find Karen, saying that his mother went to the clinic in the afternoon for medical reasons.

Paul, who had just raised his salary, asked his neighbor about his mother's situation. After all, he had just raised his salary. If it wasn't a big problem, he would be embarrassed to get off work now;

After all, today's work is not over yet. Although there is no need to transport the coffin to the cemetery for burial, two bodies have to be transported to the suburban Hughes Crematorium for cremation.

"Go see your mother at the clinic and say hello to her for me," said Aunt Mary.

"Thank you ma'am, thank you ma'am."

Paul thanked him and immediately turned around and ran towards the clinic with his neighbors.

After Uncle Mason waited for Paul to leave, he looked embarrassed, reached out and rubbed his ass, complaining:

"I still hurt here."

Aunt Mary glared and shouted to her husband, "You'll be lazy!"

In normal times, Uncle Mason doesn't touch corpses very much, and he doesn't like doing manual work. It's normal to be lazy;

It's just that now, Karen believes that Uncle Mason is really inconvenient. He should have been injured yesterday. He said he fell, but Karen believes that Uncle Mason was beaten.

"Uncle, let me accompany you." Karen said.

It's not that Karen is diligent, but he knows that some things can't be hidden, just tacitly;

But the most important thing to ensure his safety at the moment is that he needs to integrate into the family.

"Home" is Grandpa's weakness;

To a certain extent, Cullen is also grasping this weakness. Under the premise of saving his life, Cullen does not think that he is insidious and pretentious.

Aunt Mary was reluctant to let Karen go to work. The situation in the studio that day made her very worried about her nephew's recent physical condition, but there is indeed a lack of male strength right now.

And according to customs, women and minor children are not suitable to go to cremation centers, except for direct relatives, and the folk adult standard here is fifteen years old.

Uncle Mason was overjoyed and patted Karen on the shoulder affectionately: "Our Karen has really grown up, Ron, come on, let's transport the 'guests' up first."

Karen and Ron together, first pushed Jeff, who had been in the basement alone for a day, out, and then worked together to carry the modified "Nutshell" hearse;

Afterwards, Mr. Mosan was pushed out and placed on the hearse.

When carrying, Ron was afraid that Karen would not have enough strength, so he held the shoulders of the "guest" himself, and Karen only needed to lift his legs.

After the "guests" got into the car, Uncle Mason and aunt waved goodbye, got into the cab, and started the car.

The car went all the way west, turned a corner, continued west, and entered the townhouse area on Minker Street.

At this time, Karen noticed that Uncle Mason had deliberately slowed down.

Karen turned to look at the townhouse opposite,

On the second floor windowsill,

He saw a woman sitting at the coffee table behind the curtain, with a book and a glass of water on the coffee table;

The woman leaned back slightly, the upper part of her body was hidden behind the curtains that were not fully drawn, but the pair of slender legs and the red high-heeled shoes whose toes swayed slightly, showing a strange mood and temptation;

But after Karen saw the high heels,

Suddenly a little dizzy, and the mood is unknown, and a layer of haze;

Because of the bad picture left by that dream, for a long time to come, he should not like high heels so much, especially... red;

Then he turned his head to look at the driver's seat in front of him, who was also looking in the direction of the townhouse. There was an inexplicable look in his uncle's eyes;

But in the memory of "Karen", although Uncle Mason is not in good business, he likes to be lazy and doesn't like manual labor, but there is no problem with his life style, and his relationship with Aunt Mary is also excellent.

Therefore, Karen doesn't think Uncle Mason cheated here, and it's too stupid to choose someone so close to home.

At this time, Karen asked tentatively:

"First love?"

"Um... nonsense, nothing!"

Mason stepped on the accelerator immediately,

One last look at the woman in the apron watering the flowers between the flower beds.

After driving out of Mink Street, Uncle Mason couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Karen, his face a little embarrassing:

"It's really nothing."

"I trust my uncle."

"Actually, I only found out that she and her husband moved here not long ago. I met her across the yard, but we just smiled at each other and didn't speak. Karen, you know, I value family very much. people."

Having said that,

Uncle Mason sighed and continued:

"I made a mess of my former home, but since I've made such a mess, how could I ever do something wrong to your aunt again.

However, there was a problem with her family the day before yesterday, she asked me for help, I helped deal with it, and then there was nothing more involved, she and her husband were looking for a new house to move. "

Uncle Mason moved his butt subconsciously, and glanced at the two "guests" lying in the carriage from the corner of his eyes.

Karen noticed this detail,

so,

What happened to Uncle Mason being beaten by Grandpa has something to do with... Jeff lying behind him?

It could only be Jeff, because Mr. Moissan got it from a nursing home, and Jeff froze to death on the street on a welfare bill.

Thinking of the dream I had in front of Jeff and after my grandfather went down to the basement, Aunt Mary immediately called Uncle Mason to come home...

Karen rubbed her eyebrows,

Jeff,

Did it really freeze to death?

"Karen..."

"Don't worry, uncle, I won't tell my aunt."

Karen knew that his uncle wanted this assurance, and he deliberately didn't say it before, waiting to hear more gossip.

"Huh...hehe."

...

Second floor, bedroom.

One leg, lifted, the high-heeled sole hooked the curtain, and closed the curtain.

Immediately, the legs in red high heels walked towards the door.

When "she" was about to open the door,

"Snowflake sound" came from the radio next to it;

"Cough cough cough..."

A cough came from inside.

"where are you going!"

The host on the radio sounded a little weak, like he was ill, or... injured.

Immediately after,

There was another voice on the radio:

"Oh, you said you sensed him?

He is already dead, do you know that because you scared him to death and caused me much trouble, the Judge of the Church of Order in this area has come to me. "

"What do you mean by a judge of the Church of Order?"

"Of course the others are nothing, but he's not, he's not an ordinary Inquisitor... No, I don't even know why he's just a local Inquisitor now.

My injury is what he left behind, and I am not fully sure of defeating him. "

"I've been injured this time, and it's just as repaying the favor I owed you back then, so please give me some peace of mind; in addition, something may happen in Luojia City recently, and I've noticed some unusual The smell is already on the outskirts of the city."

"He, him, him? Why are you bothering about him! He's just a stupid thief who was scared to death by you. He's being sent to incineration, what else do you want!"

"what?"

"You said you didn't mean that stupid thief?"

"Yes... the guy who entered your spiritual consciousness last time?"

"Then, then, let's not touch him, he is definitely not an ordinary existence!

Even, I think that he is a priest in a certain religion who is using the church's sacred artifact to conduct spiritual exploration, and happened to hit you and me. "

"I realized how powerful he really was after the event, because I thought it was a stupid thief who entered the house and was pulled in by you, but then you told me that he appeared silently,

No, it is coming! "

"You ask me why he did this?"

"Spying is just his interest, not his original intention!"

"Especially the hymn he sang... it made my soul shudder!"