Mia is Not a Trouble-Maker! Chapter 429: Butterfly Grave

Chapter 429: b.u.t.terfly Grave

Translator: Henyee Translations    Editor: Henyee Translations

Amelia ran quickly. “Let’s go, let’s eat!”

William: “…” He felt that he had been eating at home and his mouth had never stopped.

In the dining room downstairs, there was another sumptuous meal. Amelia held a large bowl and scooped rice. She picked up a lot of food and stuck her chopsticks on the rice as usual. She lit another incense stick. Mrs. Walton was already used to it, so she picked up a drumstick and placed it in.

Nir. Walton: “It’s going to be the Ghost Festival soon. When the time comes, prepare to go back and worship the ancestors and officially add Mia’s name to the genealogy.”

George nodded.

Alex: “Huh? My daughter needs to go back with me to worship the ancestors.” He paused for a moment and said, “She also needs to go on the Burton family

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tree.

Mrs. Walton ate and said nonchalantly, “You go on your side, and we go on ours. There’s no conflict, and there’s no rule that says a daughter can’t be on both sides of the genealogy. In the Walton family, Mia is the young lady of the Walton family. In the Burton family, Mia is the young lady of the Burton family. It’s perfect.”

Alex: “…” Alright, it was indeed quite perfect.

Alex curled his lips. This was good too. No matter where his daughter went in the future, they would be her powerful backing. No one could bully her. Even if she got married in the future, the other party would have to consider if he could marry her.

Amelia asked curiously, “Grandma, where is our ancestral grave?”

Mrs. Walton said, “It’s in Evergreen Cemetery.” Cremation was popular nowadays. There was almost no such thing as an ancestral grave in the city.

Many people bought a piece of land in the cemetery and erected a monument. Some people went back to their hometown to be buried. However, in modern society, cemeteries were also developing. They would launch family tombs, such as Evergreen Cemetery. The price of family tombs was 15 million for the four s.p.a.ces of the villa type and 18 million for the eight s.p.a.ces, and so on.

That was why people were sighing now that they could not even afford to die.

For the first time, Amelia knew that there was such a thing. She thought that the ancestral graves were all on the mountain.

“What about our family?” Amelia was like a curious baby. She grabbed a question and kept asking. “How many s.p.a.ces are in our family? Are the ancestors enough to live in? If not, should we squeeze together? Do the ancestors like the Evergreen Cemetery? Can Seven live in the cemetery in the future? And Grandpa Turtle? If Mia goes to live there in the future, can you please make my grave look like a bow?”

Everyone: “…” These questions were so difficult to answer!

Alex’s mouth twitched. He picked up a pork trotter and stuffed it into Amelia’s mouth. “Children should eat more and talk less.’

Mrs. Walton muttered, “Children’s words mean nothing, children’s words mean nothing…”

Amelia: n ???” See, the adults were not answering her question again! The question she asked was not very difficult, right?

George’s eyes were filled with smiles as he said, “The Walton family’s family tomb isn’t counted by s.p.a.ces. According to square meters, we currently have 100 square meters. Every tomb starts selling at least 3 square meters. The cemetery is about this size.” 100 square meters was already very big for the general area of the cemetery. There was also the front and back garden…

George: “The current area of the cemetery is enough for the ancestors to live in. For at least a hundred years, there’s no need to add…”

Nir. Walton choked on his rice. “Ahem!” Why was this topic so strange!

“l think the ancestors like Evergreen Cemetery.” George answered Amelia’s last question. “Mia likes bows?”

Amelia nodded. “Yes, yes! This will make my grave look different from other graves! ”

Everyone: “…” They had indeed never seen a bow-shaped tombstone…

This topic was getting harder and harder to talk about. The adults coughed, drank water, and pretended to talk about projects. They just wouldn’t look Amelia in the eye.

Amelia had no choice but to ask William, “Brother, what kind of grave do you

William was speechless. He was still young. There was no need to consider this problem, right?

Amelia said, “Brother Harper?”

Harper: “…” Deep in thought.

Amelia looked at Lucas again. “What about you, Lucas?”

Lucas:

Emma raised her hand innocently. “Me, me, me! I like the Peppa Pig shape!’

Everyone: “…” Was this really something that could be discussed? Children were children. Children’s words carried no harm!

In the end, it was Mrs. Walton who ended the topic. “Alright, let’s eat! If anyone doesn’t eat properly, I’ll check them one by one later!’

Amelia and the others immediately shrunk their necks and quickly ate!