On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Gu Jian watched Xiao Moreng and Daozi come over in matching bright red robes; from a distance, they looked just like real brothers and this immediately made him laugh, "You two really look like blood brothers."
A step behind, Xiao Yeyang, who was assisting Daohua into the house, smiled and said: "They are indeed brothers."
Daozi nodded vehemently: "Exactly, exactly."
Xiao Moreng didn’t speak, but his eyes and the corners of his mouth were brimming with laughter; he enjoyed the way his uncle and aunt treated him as one of their own.
It wasn’t long before the maids brought over the steaming sweet fermented rice ball soup.
Upon seeing it, Daozi couldn’t resist showing off and hurried to help: "Great Ancestor, let me serve you the rice ball soup."
Daohua, heavily pregnant and therefore not very mobile, was about to stop him when she saw her son reaching for the porcelain bowl filled with rice balls.
"Clang~"
The bowl was too hot, Daozi couldn’t hold it, and it fell to the ground.
Breaking something on the first day of the New Year is not a good omen; the maid was so frightened that she immediately knelt on the ground, while Daozi, knowing he had done something wrong, looked at Daohua apprehensively.
Gu Jian wanted to comfort Daozi a little, but with his disciple there, both he and Xiao Yeyang tacitly chose to remain silent.
Xiao Moreng, worried Daozi would be scolded, quickly stepped forward and said: "It’s all my fault, I didn’t watch over Daozi properly."
Daohua smiled and said: "What does that have to do with you?" Turning to her convict-looking son, she asked, "You broke the bowl; what should you do now?"
Seeing that Daohua wasn’t angry, Daozi let out a relieved sigh, patted his chest, and remembering his mother’s teachings to solve problems when they arise, smiled at the kneeling maid: "Stand up, it’s not your fault, please clean this up quickly."
Then, looking down at his soup-drenched shoes and then at Daohua, he said, "Mother, my shoes are wet; I need to go change into a new pair. You all go ahead and eat, I’ll be right back."
Having said that, he ran out of the house.
Xiao Moreng saw this and wanted to follow and check on him, but Daohua stopped him.
"Alright, don’t worry about him. Sit down and eat the rice balls before they get cold. Daozi has a wet nurse with him; there will be no issues."
Seeing the elder and his Uncle Zhou start to eat, Xiao Moreng had no choice but to pick up the soup spoon.
Before long, Daozi ran back ’thumping’ into the house.
"Mother, I’ve changed my shoes."
Daohua ’hmmed’ in response, pulled out a stool, and signaled Daozi to sit down and eat.
After Daozi sat down, he glanced at the people around the dining table and eventually chose to apologize proactively: "Mother, I was wrong."
Daohua turned to look at Daozi: "What did you do wrong?"
Daozi: "Today is the first day of the New Year, and I broke a bowl; it’s not a good sign."
Daohua shook her head: "Breaking a bowl is a minor matter; it’s not unlucky."
Gu Jian quickly chimed in: "Exactly, exactly, there’s no such thing as bad luck; our family will always be smooth and fortunate." As one gets older, one still clings to many superstitions.
Xiao Yeyang, for his part, didn’t care about these things and watched with a smile as his son talked with his mother Zhou Xuan.
Daozi’s eyes lit up: "Really? Does that mean our family doesn’t have to worry about bad luck anymore?"
Daohua showed a surprised expression: "Who told you we’re going to have bad luck?"
Daozi: "I heard it from an old woman in the kitchen; she said that breaking things during the New Year period means bad luck."
Daohua certainly didn’t want her son to bear such a negative omen: "She was talking nonsense. The fact that you broke a bowl means ’May peace shatter all misfortunes (碎碎平安).’"
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