"Why didn't you invite monks to chant scriptures for the deceased?"
Mr. Gu walked in, glanced around the room, and started expressing his dissatisfaction.
Jingzhe said, "Grandfather, monks are only invited on the fifth anniversary of death."
This is a custom in Yan Guan Town, and Mr. Gu surely knew it. He was just making things difficult on purpose.
"Grandfather, you've lived in the south for a long time and probably wanted to follow the southern customs. It was my fault for not communicating with you in advance."
Seeing Mr. Gu's displeasure, Jingzhe took the blame onto himself, giving his grandfather a way out.
"Grandfather, it's time now for us to go to the ancestral hall for incense offering," Jingzhe said.
Mr. Gu didn't make things difficult for Jingzhe and stood up.
When Mr. Gu stood up, the other male family members followed suit.
"This child should not go; he has no legitimacy," Mr. Gu said, pointing at Xiao Long.
