Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle-Chapter 1080 - 526: The Preferred Funeral (Part 2)

Is it the type of funeral often seen on the third edition of TV planning shows, or should we rent a venue in a nearby village for a lively traditional Chinese funeral? With suona horns, big drums, an opera troupe, a symphony orchestra, or a mix of skits, talk shows, serious singing, and more?

As the discussion progressed, Qin Huai felt that everyone wasn't discussing Luo Jun's funeral, but rather Luo Jun's party.

It sounded quite cheerful.

Nobody cared anymore about what kind of funeral Luo Jun wanted. Everyone talked about what kind of funeral they wanted. It seemed like Luo Jun's funeral was a preview for everyone's funeral. Luo Jun died first to set an example, letting everyone see how the funeral turned out, so they can plan their own funerals with firsthand experience.

Qin Huai didn't know if others thought this way, but Zhao Cheng'an definitely did.

And in this matter, Luo Jun showed unprecedented tolerance.

In the past, if Luo Jun was surrounded by this many people, all chattering incessantly without listening to each other, he would have lost his temper and scolded people. But today, Luo Jun patiently listened to everyone's speeches and remained calm throughout.

Luo Jun waited until everyone had finished speaking before giving a final summary.

"So, Qu Jing likes a simple traditional funeral. A clean and simple style with mainly white tones, not too many attendees, just close friends and family present. The funeral can be simple, but the refreshments must be abundant, with 24-hour tea and snacks and main meals provided, ideally with at least eight mahjong tables for everyone to play during the vigil."

Qu Jing nodded shyly: "The dean's mom loves playing mahjong."

Luo Jin sarcastically remarked, "Are you expecting Dean Qu to attend your funeral? You want her to live to 120, or for you to die right after me, after I die you die."

After ridiculing Qu Jing, Luo Jun turned to Zhao Cheng'an: "You want acrobatics, circus acts, talk shows, crosstalk, opera, skits, storytelling, rock bands, hoop-throwing games, and claw machines at your funeral, and you want a screen by your tombstone displaying the Shanghai Stock Exchange index, with a will saying your stocks and funds can't be sold until they break even, even if you're dead."

"Are you mayflies all as crazy as Chen Huihong?"

"Why don't you ask your favorite star to hold a concert at your funeral?"

Zhao Cheng'an exclaimed in surprise: "Can I?"

Luo Jun rolled his eyes, deciding not to argue with the brainless.

Luo Jun then glanced at Chen Huihong: "You like a funeral that doesn't cost you money—as long as your brother pays for it, you'll like it no matter what. Chen Huihong, you can be so stingy."

"So what?" Chen Huihong said righteously, "I need to save my money for Huihui. Even in death, I can't spend it frivolously. I've already told my brother that my funeral is his responsibility. Barring any surprise, he'll live longer than me."

Everyone: …

Luo Jun rolled his eyes again, ignoring Chen Huihong, and continued: "Chen Gong, you prefer a more business-like funeral, preferably laid back so deals can be made to help President Han sign some contracts at the funeral. Are you out of your mind too?"

Chen Gong chuckled: "Dying for something worthwhile—what if one day I suddenly die?"

Qin Huai: …

Assistant Chen, that joke is a bit too grim.

Gong Liang and Shi Dadan didn't specify what kind of funeral they wanted. They said theirs should just be basic and standard, so Luo Jun found no point to ridicule them.

Seeing that Luo Jun had scolded everyone but hadn't said what kind of funeral he wanted, Qin Huai couldn't help asking: "Mr. Luo, which type do you like?"

"Is there anything in the plans you're more satisfied with?"

Luo Jun picked out many things he disliked about each plan but never mentioned what he liked.

"I don't know." Luo Jun shrugged indifferently, "I also don't know what kind of funeral I like; it's not like I've died many times like the others. This is my first time dying."

The first lifetime spirit is indeed unyielding.

"Let's see at the venue. See if the funeral planner that Chen Huihong contacted can come up with something satisfactory. Have you sent him a WeChat message, Chen Huihong? When can we view the venue?"

Chen Huihong took out her phone, looked at it, and exclaimed in surprise: "Oh, Xiao Zhou already replied to my message and called me twice on WeChat. We must have been chatting too excitedly; I didn't hear it."

"Let me see..."

"The earliest we can check the venue is tomorrow at 2 p.m. How about we go to the funeral home tomorrow afternoon? Jingjing, can you take leave tomorrow?" Chen Huihong sprang into action.

Qu Jing was a bit hesitant, but seriously said for Luo Jun's funeral: "I will try my best to ask for leave from the hospital and make it there tomorrow."

"What about everyone else..."

Chen Gong, Shi Dadan, and Gong Liang all expressed they had no problems, just time.

"I'll go with Zhao Cheng'an too," Qin Huai also declared, taking out his phone to notify Huang Xi to send out an announcement in advance.

Qin Huai's status at Yunzhong Restaurant was now so high that if he didn't work, the restaurant would issue an announcement to inform the diners.

Huang Xi replied instantly, saying he would start editing the announcement immediately.

Chen Huihong happily counted heads and said, "Okay, then I'll message Xiao Zhou and tell him that seven of us will go check the venue tomorrow."

Xiao Zhou quickly replied too, politely asking if Chen Huihong needed transportation since the funeral home was in the suburbs, quite far from Yunzhong District, nearly a two-hour drive.

Chen Huihong said there was no need, as two cars would be enough for them. Luo Jun's twin Rolls Royces and her Maybach were parked in the basement, ready for use anytime.

The tea party concluded with a plan to gather in the basement at noon tomorrow.

Everyone went back to their own homes.

As usual, before leaving, Chen Huihong packed two bags of fruit and carried a durian, seeing that Luo Jun's house had plenty of fruit. She warmly invited Qu Jing to stay and select some fruit to take back to the orphanage when she had time.

In an instant, Luo Jun's loud "Chen Huihong, are you crazy?" echoed once more in Luo Jun's home.

Chen Gong, Shi Dadan, and Gong Liang went straight downstairs to head home easily.

Qin Huai and Zhao Cheng'an left together.

Just after entering the elevator, Zhao Cheng'an eagerly asked: "Qin Huai, what kind of funeral do you want? You didn't say anything today about what you want!"

Qin Huai: ?

Bro, I'm only in my early 20s with a bright future ahead and about to inherit a large fortune—there's no need to think about my funeral this early.

"I don't know," Qin Huai said offhandedly.

Zhao Cheng'an remained enthusiastic, seemingly dissatisfied with today's discussion at Luo Jun's house, and even with Qin Huai's lukewarm response he wanted to continue chatting: "It's nice knowing everyone. I wouldn't have thought funerals could be pre-planned without everyone."

"Qin Huai, are you really not interested in planning your funeral? Don't you think it's more important than planning a wedding?" 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Qin Huai: …?

"I don't think so," Qin Huai said very seriously, looking at Zhao Cheng'an, "Even though I've had only two years of dating back in university and have been single for years without knowing where my future wife is, I think planning a wedding is definitely more important than planning a funeral."

"That's what normal people think."

"Actually, all people think that way!"

As the elevator doors opened, Zhao Cheng'an stepped out before Qin Huai, saying in a sagacious tone: "That's because you lack experience. I'm telling you, funerals are definitely more than weddings..."

"Have you been married?" Qin Huai interrupted Zhao Cheng'an.

Zhao Cheng'an: …

"...No."

"A single dog who hasn't been married even after eight lifetimes shouldn't say such things. Get married first, and then talk."

"Look at Gong Liang and Shi Dadan, each with two kids. Especially Gong Liang, I heard his son is getting married soon."

Zhao Cheng'an: …

Zhao Cheng'an muttered in frustration: "You don't get it. I'll chat with Xia Mubing when I get back. He'll understand me."

Qin Huai kindly reminded: "Don't chat too late; you wouldn't want Zhang Guanghang to find out you were chatting with Xia Mubing about funeral planning until 2 a.m. and fly in from Beiping to beat you up, right?"

"He also started learning to cook from primary school, as a meat Chef, tossing woks. He's stronger than you, and he's 10 centimeters taller too—you definitely can't beat him."

Zhao Cheng'an: …

Zhao Cheng'an gritted his teeth: "Qin Huai, you're really getting mean with your words!"