Having been together for these days, in Mo Qingchen's heart, Hu Tou had long become like a younger brother. At this moment, hearing him cry outside the door, he didn't even bother to call Yun Zhi and hastily ran to the gate to open it.

  Outside the temple gate, a little tiger head wore a tiger skin cloak, but didn't wear a hat on his head. His face was frozen red, and his tears and snot were mixed together, looking incredibly funny.

  "Hutou, what's wrong with you?" Mo Qingchen hastily stretched out his hand to pull Hutou and brought him in.

  Hutou saw Mo Qingchen and first pouted her mouth, then suddenly rushed into Mo Qingchen's arms and burst out crying.

  Mo Qingchen was almost knocked over by the sudden impact, and she stood there at a loss, staring at the tiger head that was bigger than her own and crying loudly in her arms.

  "Ah, Hǔtóu, take your time and tell me what's going on." Mò Qīngchén stretched out his small hand and patted Hǔtóu's back.

  At this time, Mo Danyan walked over and stroked the tiger's head, saying: "Little Tiger Head, what's wrong with you?"

  Hutou was emotionally excited at the time, only seeing Mo Qingchen. At this moment, he heard Mo Dayan's voice and awkwardly came out of Mo Qingchen's arms, pouting his small face to shout at Mo Dayan: "Fifth Grandfather is well."

  "Little Tiger, tell Grandpa Wu, why are you crying?" Mo Danyan said with a slight bow.

  Hutou looked at Mo Qingchen and then bit his lip without saying a word.

  "Hehe, Little Tiger has grown up and has secrets now. Well, since neither Uncle Wu nor Qingchen have eaten yet, why don't you stay and have some food with us?" Mo Danyan said in a good temper.

  The tiger head hesitated and nodded.

  Several people came to the dining hall, and Yunzhi quickly served the dishes. Mo Qingchen only then discovered that they were having hot pot today.

  "Ah, so fragrant! Cloud Branch sister, you're really thoughtful. This kind of weather is perfect for eating hot pot." Mo Qingchen's heart was worried about the tiger head, but on the surface, he smiled as if nothing was wrong.

  Yun Chi heard this and smiled, saying: "Isn't that so? Every time it snows, the big kitchen prepares various hot pot seasonings. I'm just borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha, I don't dare accept Miss's praise."

  Mo Danyan was also very satisfied with today's meal, he picked up a chopstick and cut the thin lamb rolls like paper, put them in the boiling iron pot to blanch for a while, then dipped them in seasoning, put them in the small dish of Hu Tou, and then gave Mo Qingchen another chopstick. Only then did he pick up another chopstick and put it in his mouth, savoring it as he said: "Green ants new wine, red mud small fire stove, tonight the sky will snow, can drink a cup without? How can you not drink on a snowy day when eating hot pot?" As he spoke, he actually pulled out a wine jug from his sleeve.

  Mo Qingchen saw the wine jug and suddenly felt a strong desire for wine. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva and asked, "Grandfather, what kind of wine is this?"

  Mo Danyan took a look at Mo Qingchen's greedy appearance and couldn't help but laugh: "Little girl, this isn't the top-grade spiritual wine I gave you that day, nor is it the peach wine brewed by the peaches in the courtyard. It's just the lowest grade of spiritual wine bought from the winery."

  Mo Qingchen's heart ached as she listened, having heard from her fourteenth uncle before that the Mo family was now lacking in resources, and at his age, her grandfather could only drink low-quality spiritual wine. She immediately thought of how she had wanted a wooden puppet, and without saying a word, her grandfather had bought one for her instead; that kind of unspoken care really moved her deeply.

  Grandfather loved drinking so much that in his peculiar wine gourd, although it wasn't a divine liquor, it was exceptionally delicious, if only...

  No, Mo Qingdun thought to himself and shook his head fiercely. His wine gourd looked ordinary, but it had an endless supply of fine wine. If he took it out, he wouldn't be able to explain where the wine came from, and that would inevitably lead to the danger of exposing the wine gourd.

  "Girl, what are you shaking your head for?" Mo Da Nian asked in puzzlement as he saw Mo Qingchen suddenly shake his head.

  Mo Qingdun's face suddenly turned black, and he awkwardly said: "Grandfather, you brought out the wine but didn't let Qingdun drink it, and you won't even let him shake his head?"

  "Haha, okay, okay, drinking alone is no fun, so you and Tiger Head each have a small cup." Mo Danyan said, sweeping his palm across the table, and two white ceramic cups appeared. He picked up the wine jug, filled the cups to the brim, and pushed them towards Mo Qingchen and Tiger Head.

  Mo Qingchen sneaked a glance at Hu Tou, only to find that he had stopped crying as well. With an excited face, he picked up his wine cup and took a sip, immediately choking back tears and sticking out his tongue, saying: "Hoo, hoo, so spicy!"

  "Hahaha." Mo Danyan burst out laughing, looking at his little granddaughter and Hu Tou sitting side by side, feeling a warmth in his heart. Ah, my child, Dad is very happy, you let her come to my side, if one day we meet as father and son in the underworld, I won't beat you then.

  Mo Qingchen didn't know what Mo Daxian was laughing at, and seeing the tiger head shouting "hot", he also picked up his wine cup and took a small sip. It turned out that it was different from the refreshing and comfortable Ling wine given by Grandpa that day, and also different from the sweet and fragrant peach wine. However, there was a bit of pungent and nose-stinging spiciness, mixed with a hint of pitiful spiritual energy. The taste was even more heavenly compared to his own gourd wine.

  He was used to drinking the inferior liquor from his own gourd, and Mo Qingdun really couldn't swallow it. He didn't have an appetite either, so he randomly picked up a tender bamboo shoot with his chopsticks and started eating.

  Mo Daign didn't care about the two little brats anymore, shaking his head and drinking by himself, looking very carefree and happy, greatly different from the solemn face he had when he first entered the yard.

  Mo Qingchen thought to himself, he was truly lucky to have met a grandfather who was open-minded and loved him dearly. If only he could enter the Refining Qi stage sooner, then his days would be even more comfortable.

  "Hutou, what's wrong with you?" Mo Qingchen asked in a low voice after Hutou's emotions had calmed down.

  Hutou looked at Mo Danyan and didn't say a word.

  "Grandpa, I'm full after eating with Tóu Tóu. I'll take him to my room to play for a while." Mo Qingchen winked at Mo Danyan.

  Mo Danyan drank wine, his face flushed with red light, and smiled: "Go, go, the old man doesn't need you to accompany him."

  Mo Qingchen took Tiger Head's hand and led him into his own room.

  "Hu Tou looked around and said with a pout: 'Qing Chen, why is there nothing in your room?'"

  Mo Qingchen rolled her eyes and said: "What's the point of having so many things? It's just a place to sleep, huh? Tiger Head, what's wrong with you today?"

  Hutou heard this and pouted his big mouth, with a dejected face saying: "Qingchen, I'm leaving home!"

  Mo Qingchen looked at Hu Tou helplessly, thinking that what he meant by "running away from home" was just coming to his place. The thinking of a five-year-old child was indeed not something he could understand. He still asked, "Why?"

  "My parents had a fight." Hu Tou said with a wronged tone.

  "A fight?" Mo Qingchen remembered what he saw that day, the parents of Hu Tou seemed to be in good terms.

  "Hmm, I heard them quarreling, and Mother scolded me..."

  "Then why did they quarrel?" Mo Qingchen asked.