CHAPTER 382: CHAPTER 375: GATHERING IN BEIJING

Sisi only stayed in Yuequan Village for two nights. Two days later, she left amidst Tian Manjin’s deep reluctance. Sisi was also reluctant to leave her own father, and after playfully pestering Tian Manjin for a while, she finally got into the car to leave.

Mu Xiulan and Mr. Mo had arranged a time to meet in Beijing, so she hurried back to Beijing, worried about being late and displeasing Mr. Mo Tang.

The day after Sisi and her group returned to Beijing, the Mo Tang and Mou Ming families arrived. Mo Tang brought his two sons, Mo Feng and Mo Qing, while Mou Ming brought Mori, Mo Liu’s father, along with his brother Mou Dai, and surprisingly, even their little follower Li Junji tagged along.

"Li Junji, how did you get here too?" Sisi asked, surprised.

"Why can’t I come? I’m here to report my accomplishments to my master." Li Junji said with a proud look, likely having practiced the Flying Knife well.

Due to Mr. Mo Tang’s reputation in Hong Kong, the Overseas Chinese Affairs Office specially dispatched someone to accompany them throughout, and although it was not Zhang Jie’s turn, as she was a newcomer, Mr. Mo specifically requested this young lady, so the office had to agree and advised Zhang Jie to take good care of Mr. Mo Tang’s family.

Shangguan also took leave to come out; after all, they were friends who had fought side by side, and one of them was even an apprentice in name.

Right now, everyone gathered at Yun Mansion. Mou Ming and Mr. Yun were old acquaintances, and coming to Beijing naturally meant seeing an old friend. Zhang Mingliu was also here. Upon hearing from Sisi that Mo Tang had arrived, he hurried over, seeming ten years younger.

"Sugar cube, you’re still alive?" was Zhang Mingliu’s greeting to Mo Tang, prompting curious glances from everyone.

Mo Tang hugged his old friend with a grin, "You, Red Willow, haven’t died yet, how could I dare go have coffee with God earlier than you?"

Everyone: Sugar cube? Red Willow? Such unique nicknames!

Mr. Yun was also very pleased. He knew the Mo Family people well and was quite familiar with Mo Tang.

Mo Tang, the old man, was quite funny. Upon seeing Mr. Yun, he sighed repeatedly, "Yun Po Bi, how have you grown so fat? Tsk tsk, that belly must be five months along now?"

While saying this, he gestured with both hands, looking regretfully amused, causing everyone to burst into laughter, with Mou Ming laughing until tears appeared.

"Yun Po Bi, when we were young, I couldn’t match your good looks, but now I’m more dashing than you!" Mou Ming, feeling very satisfied with his smaller physique compared to Mr. Yun.

"What use is being dashing? Do you still want to ’plow the flowers and press the begonias’?" Mr. Yun was full of fighting spirit, and with that remark, effectively stumped Mou Ming.

The old friends chatted and laughed merrily in the living room, with bursts of hearty laughter occasionally echoing. Sisi served up freshly baked wife cakes and Plum Blossom Dew for the elders to taste.

"Not bad, is this the Plum Blossom Dew from ’Dream of the Red Chamber’?" Mou Ming said, tasting the Qinglu and feeling surprised.

"You’re really impressive, Grandpa Mo, to recognize it just by tasting," Sisi answered with a smile.

"Oh boy, I need to drink more of this, it’s good stuff. I’ve had my family’s cook try several times to make it without success. Sisi, how did you make it? Teach Grandpa Mo, and I’ll have my cook try making it when I go back," said Mou Ming, looking eager.

"Don’t worry, Grandpa Mo, I’ll write down the recipe for you later, it’s quite simple," Sisi reassured him.

Mo Tang quickly added, "Me too, I want it as well!"

"Everyone can have it!"

Mr. Yun and Zhang Mingliu looked disdainfully at these two; typical Mo Family people, acting like they’ve never seen fine things before.

This place was bustling and lively, while another group of young people was also filled with continuous laughter.

Mou Dai is about the same age as Mo Qing, but they are a generation apart. Mou Dai is also in Hong Kong now. Unlike Mo Liu, his specialty is not painting but writing lyrics with profound classical knowledge. He writes stunningly beautiful lyrics, and most of Mo Qing’s compositions are set to Mou Dai’s words.

At the same time, Mou Dai is a columnist and novelist for a certain newspaper in Hong Kong, specializing in science fiction and martial arts novels, which are very popular in Hong Kong and Southeast Asia.

Hearing Mo Liu introducing his elder brother, Sisi couldn’t help feeling that God really favored the Mo family, not only granting them beautiful appearances but also astonishing talents, making others envious.

Everyone praised the Plum Blossom Dew made by Sisi, except Qiao Xingbang was unimpressed.

"It’s just honey water, sweet and sugary, what’s so good about it? I’d rather drink cola!"

As soon as these words were spoken, collective disdain followed...

"You better not drink this dew then, don’t waste good stuff!" Mou Dai didn’t hold back his words towards Qiao Xingbang, the young gang lord.

Seeing everyone looking at him with disapproval, Qiao Xingbang shrank his neck and went to sit next to his good buddy, Li Junji.

"You fool, if you don’t like it, why say it? Didn’t you see that I, your young lord, kept quiet?" Li Junji whispered in his ear.

Qiao Xingbang felt deeply ashamed. Yes, why did he even say it!

After having desserts, Sisi took them to visit the back garden, which Mr. Yun treasured so much that apart from his family, he wouldn’t allow outsiders in.

"These flowers are the treasures of Grandpa Yun’s heart, be very careful and don’t harm them when you look." Though it was somewhat impolite, Sisi still warned them.

"Don’t worry, Sisi, we will be careful," said Mo Qing, who also loved flowers and understood the sentiments of those who cherished them.

"My god, are these Green Peonies? And there are two pots?" Mou Dai’s surprised voice came, and Mo Qing quickly ran over.

"Uncle Twelve, look, there are Ten-Foot Bead Curtains? God, there’s even Ink Chrysanthemum; what’s this? There’s also Green Dress Red Dress, Uncle Twelve, we’re really feasting our eyes today."

Mou Dai was extremely excited, and so was Mo Qing. The two of them were like encountering unparalleled beauties, constantly taking photos with their cameras, squatting, lying down, tilting, continuously changing poses.

"What’s so good-looking, it’s just a few pots of flowers, you can’t eat them or wear them."

Qiao Xingbang muttered quietly, this time he was smart enough to not speak loudly, fearing it would provoke public anger again.

Mo Qing and Mou Dai were immersed in photography in the back garden, occasionally exclaiming in amazement, forgetting themselves and everyone else.

"My elder brother and Uncle Twelve really love flowers and plants. If they see precious flora, they just can’t move. Sisi, please don’t take it the wrong way," Mo Liu explained apologetically, worried Sisi might think they lacked manners.

Sisi smiled sweetly: "How could I? Your Uncle Twelve and elder brother are truly cultured gentlemen!"

Since the others were not interested in flowers, Sisi decided to take them back to the front yard for some snacks. The steamed date cakes in the kitchen should have cooled down, just nice to serve.

Everyone was supportive of the date cakes, eating happily, especially Qiao Xingbang, who might not like honey water, but found these desserts delectable.

Mainland is really great! Li Junji and Qiao Xingbang simultaneously sighed, enjoying the food heartily.