Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

Chapter 1852: Chapter 1846: Are You a Fortune Teller?

“Mom, I got it. From now on, I’ll wait for brother to make a decision first, to see if what he wants is the same as what I want. If not, I’ll figure out whether I want his more or mine, and then I’ll make a decision.” After thinking about what his mother said, Yu Chen finally spoke.

“Hmm, there’s nothing wrong with that way of thinking. Do as you please.” Qin Xue didn’t expect her younger son to respond this way, but it’s fine. Having someone ahead of him to use as a reference isn’t a bad choice either.

This kid is quick-witted. The moment she said it, he figured out what he needs to do. He’s really smart. She hopes that his future growth will be smooth sailing, safe and sound.

“Lady, the Buddha helps those with opportunities; accept what comes.” The old man handed the sugar people he had just made to Qing Zhu.

“Elder, you’re neither a monk nor a recluse. Isn’t your saying ‘the Buddha helps those with opportunities’ a bit far-fetched?” Qing Zhu chuckled. Was this old man molding dough pretending to be a Buddhist?

“Unspeakable, unspeakable. Treasure those around you, for once lost, they may never return.” The old man smiled at Qing Zhu but didn’t clarify.

“Elder, this is for the sugar.” Qin Xue took out US$5 from her purse and handed it to the old man.

“For those with fate, I don’t charge.” The old man waved his hand. He’s not living off this; encountering such an opportunity, why would he ask for money?

“How can that be? It’s not easy for you with just this small stall. I can’t let you suffer a loss.” But Qin Xue didn’t want to take advantage of people.

“Lady, it’s hard to gain, keeping your original intention is enough. You all can go.” The old man didn’t take Qin Xue’s money, then began to pack up his things to leave.

“Grandpa, aren’t you making more?” At this moment, a mother and son approached and asked.

“Not making more, that’s it for today. Come again tomorrow.” The old man waved his hand.

“This old fellow is really strange, not doing business even when he has customers. Bao’er, let’s go.” The woman said, leaving with her child.

“Hehe.” The old man just chuckled at her comment.

“Why are you still here?” The old man looked at the group still standing before him, and smiled as he asked.

“Elder, I also find you quite strange.” Even Dongfang Li couldn’t resist speaking.

“You young lady, you’re so close to giving birth and still not staying home, what are you doing out here? Sometimes what you see is not necessarily true; you have to look with your heart. You’re lucky, treat them well.” The old man said a bunch of inexplicable words to Dongfang Li, and when he mentioned “them,” he glanced at Qin Xue and Qing Zhu.

“I know I should treat them well, but what did you mean earlier?” Dongfang Li followed the old man’s gaze, then nodded, wondering if his earlier words meant what she thought.

“If you already understand, why ask more?” The old man shook his head, some things are destined, not something you can escape from easily.

“Elder, you’re not really a fortune teller, are you?” Qin Xue got intrigued; she found this old man really interesting.

“Whether I am or am not, it’s all just a body wrapped in skin. In a hundred years, isn’t it all just dust? Why bother taking it too seriously?” The old man looked at Qin Xue, still finding this little girl wise.

As he looked at Qin Xue, he grew increasingly surprised, wondering if he had encountered that once-in-a-lifetime noble person his master had mentioned.

“Exactly, life is such, why take it so seriously? Let’s go.” Qin Xue said to Chu Molin and the others.

“Okay.” Everyone had no objections.