"Is it because I didn't offer enough money?" Wei Yao slammed the table, "As long as you find them, I'll pay whatever it takes."
Granny Wu threw a handful of red rice onto the table, "Mr. Wei, see for yourself, all your rice has turned red. The connection between you and your birth parents has long been concealed by a master. How can an old woman like me divine anything for you?"
"This..." Wei Yao looked at the red glutinous rice on the table, a look of loss and shock in his eyes.
As far as I know, when consulting Granny Mi about rice, one always uses the freshest white glutinous rice of the season.
Yet the glutinous rice in front of us had turned deep red, signifying not just a simple loss of contact between Wei Yao and his parents but underlying sins.
I observed Granny Wu's silence, and based on my experience in society,
I could tell that Granny Wu was deliberately keeping herself out of trouble.
Granny Wu was extremely stern, "Zhenglin, come out and see the guest off."