Instead, he went to buy incense, candles, and a roast chicken, quietly hiding them in the storeroom, not mentioning this to Guibao and Lu Xiaofen.
Since Guibao was young, he didn't want his daughter involved in such things; after all, the living and the dead are different.
As for Lu Xiaofen, Chen Jianjun was afraid that she wouldn't be able to handle this if she found out.
In the evening, once both of them were asleep, Chen Jianjun carefully got up, taking out hidden incense, candles and the roast chicken to the backyard. He offered them to the old man and the child, "Mr. Zhang, I've heard about your situation, I won't drive you away anymore. I only hope you won't disturb my wife and daughter this year. From now on, each time I come, I'll burn offerings for you."
"Grandpa, we have roast chicken to eat!"
The boy couldn't help but rushed to gobble it up. He ate as if he hadn't eaten in hundreds of years, even the old man's eyes turned red.