Little Ancestor!

In an old residential area in the west of the city, a heartbreaking howl came from a dilapidated bungalow covered with faded yellow talisman paper. "Grandpa! Hungry!" Five-year-old Lin Xiaoman was wearing floral pajamas that had been washed white, standing barefoot in the middle of the hall, his chubby face wrinkled, and his stomach rumbling loudly in the silent night. On the altar table in the main room, three sticks of incense that were about to burn out were inserted into the copper incense burner, and green smoke curled up. There is a yellowed portrait of Taoist Lord hanging on the wall. Under the portrait sits a skinny old man, wearing a patched navy blue shirt. He is calculating something with his eyes closed and his fingers. "It's coming, it's coming," the old man said without raising his eyelids, "Wait another quarter of an hour. Grandma Zhang's late night snack stall next door will close. Grandpa will buy fried rice cakes for you." "How long is a quarter of an hour?" Lin Xiaoman hugged her flat belly and clapped her fingers aggrievedly, "Last time, grandpa said 'immediately', but he came back at dawn and brought back a headless uncle. The cat in Grandma Wang's house was so scared that she didn't eat for three days..." The old man finally opened his eyes, and his cloudy eyes rolled under the dim light, showing a hint of embarrassment: "Then, that was a work error... I promise to make fried rice cakes this time!" Lin Xiaoman didn't believe it. Grandpa Lin Shouyi, known as "Old Ghost Lin" by people in the world, is a Yin person who specializes in those unexplained troubles in the Yin and Yang worlds. In this business, she works day and night, and her meals are irregular. Growing up, what she ate the most was the cold steamed buns on the table and the leftover fried rice cakes sold by Grandma Zhang next door.