Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle

Chapter 1222 586: Trash Game_2

Let's bring the topic back to the branch venue.

With the village chief's help, order and security were maintained, but there were still a lot of miscellaneous tasks. This was the time when the village chief's prestige showed; Zhou Hu didn't know how he convinced the elderly from nearby villages, but every day after the performances ended, when Zhou Hu's hired cleaning staff couldn't keep up, it didn't matter because the elderly from the nearby villages would voluntarily help clean up. Of course, while cleaning, they would also take away the unfinished fruits.

If there's not enough hot water, the villagers would heat some up; if there aren't enough bowls and chopsticks, the villagers could lend them; if there aren't enough benches, they would bring some from their own homes. Although the people in these surrounding villages seem few, every household has elderly who stay in the village; it's just that these elders usually have their own hangout spots.

Now, because of Luo Jun's funeral with performances, everyone was as happy as during the New Year and gathered here, cracking seeds, gossiping, drinking tea, watching the big drama, and enjoying hot dishes and snacks—it's even more joyous than the New Year.

Of course, these people here to join in the fun hadn't forgotten the true protagonist of this funeral—Mr. Luo Jun.

As the people from nearby villages genuinely did not know who Luo Jun was, yet they received favors, and it was awkward to speak light of someone whose food they ate——with fruits, seeds, hot dishes, snacks, and programs in abundance, if they didn't inquire about the deceased and say a few good words to help spread his story, they would feel guilty cracking seeds.

But the ones who truly understood Luo Jun, who were eloquent, the elderly men and women from Yunzhong District, actually hadn't come to the branch venue these days as they were all helping at the funeral parlor.

Most of the people attending the shows at the branch venue were not very familiar with Luo Jun, and had only heard about a few of his most famous deeds.

Following the principle of honoring the deceased, these people tried their best to say good things, and if not, they made things up.

Eventually, it was made up to—

Mr. Luo Jun was a 92-year-old man who passed away peacefully, had no children, was passionate about charity, and dedicated his life to charitable causes, known as a good person.

Because of health reasons, he didn't go out much, but he was always enthusiastic about public welfare, cared about children's health and development, and the dietary safety of nearby residents. Besides that, he actively cooperated with the neighborhood committee to carry out various related works, was kind, loved reading, and traditional culture.

Even his funeral had to be lively, making everyone happy.

Yes, Mr. Luo Jun was such a great and unselfish person.

Qin Huai could only say, luckily Luo Jun was gone, otherwise, if he knew that this would be the outcome when he died, he might not have wanted to die so eagerly.

No matter if Luo Jun was truly such a person, in the hearts of the locals nearby, he had become such a person. Many elderly, even those over seventy, lamented that if they could have such a reputation when they died, it wouldn't be a loss even in death.

Qin Huai neither refuted nor propagated, but just added whenever he heard someone discussing how much Luo Jun loved charity, that Luo Jun donated a lot of money to the orphanage on the outskirts, and also to the orphanages in other provinces, not just money, but materials too, just shy of donating a building.

After hearing this, everyone sighed, indeed, only such great benefactors can live long.

Qin Huai didn't make a lot of complicated snacks at the branch venue; mainly steamed buns, not even much Fermented Rice with Steamed Buns, mostly just plain white flour steamed buns.

Compared to white flour steamed buns, Fermented Rice with Steamed Buns is a bit more complicated.

The white flour steamed buns Qin Huai made didn't cause a sensation.

Everyone just thought it seemed like the snack master had changed, the new one made steamed buns skillfully, making them beautiful, chewy, fragrant, and full of the aroma of buns, truly good buns, nothing else to think about when praising them.

Anyway, they tasted better than those they had before.

Great to pair with meals.

Qin Luo just followed Qin Huai, eating buns for six days, until Luo Jun's funeral was over and everything settled down. Qin Luo, sitting in the double R left to Qin Huai by Luo Jun, eating buns on the way back to Yunzhong Restaurant, couldn't help but ask:

"Brother, why did you make so many different snacks at the funeral parlor, but only white flour steamed buns after going to the village?"

"In the past few days wandering in the village, many people didn't know how skilled you are, at most they just praised these buns as delicious while eating," As the most loyal supporter of Qin Huai's skills, having eaten Qin Huai's snacks growing up, Qin Luo, who had the most say about Qin Huai's snacks, felt her brother was wronged these days.

When had her brother ever suffered such a grievance?

From childhood to adulthood, whenever Qin Huai made snacks, anyone who had eaten them knew who made them.

"Because it's Mr. Luo's funeral," Qin Huai said, "Mr. Luo spent so much money and adopted many people's suggestions to hold such a lively funeral, just to make everyone happy at his funeral."

"I'm just someone steaming buns at the funeral, quietly steaming buns, it's fine, everyone who comes to this funeral just needs to remember Mr. Luo, remember what kind of person he was, feel through the funeral what kind of person he was, no need to remember me."

Qin Luo pondered over it.

After a long while, Qin Luo said, "Brother, I want to have such a funeral in the future too!"

"I heard that hearses can now be customized, by then I want to order a Cinderella pumpkin carriage, let the pumpkin carriage take me to the funeral parlor!"