Chapter 169 Bad Guy
Sang Nanshan took the water bowl with some restraint and whispered thank you.
Jiang Anning chuckled and said "You're welcome", and then said: "The food I cooked today is very oily and spicy. If you have been hungry for a long time, I am afraid it is not suitable for eating."
Sang Nanshan was a little anxious to say that he didn't mind.
“Besides, I just ate and there’s not much leftover.”
"If you don't mind, how about I make you a bowl of pimple soup? It can not only fill your stomach, but also warm your stomach. It's better than eating some heavy oily and spicy dishes directly."
Jiang Anning spoke softly, making Sang Nanshan even more embarrassed: "No, I don't mind... No, no, no, if it's troublesome, I, I can just eat anything."
They have all been reduced to begging for food. How can there be any reason to beg for food and think it is sour?
"No trouble."
Jiang Anning's voice was soft: "It's just a matter of boiling water and making noodles. There won't be much trouble."
"As long as you don't think it's too crude, it's fine."
"Don't dislike it!"
Sang Nan's ears were slightly red, and he would peek at Jiang Anning from time to time.
He couldn't help but wonder, could this girl really be Aunt Jingwan's daughter?
What kind of person is Aunt Jingwan?
The elders in the clan said that Aunt Jingwan was very deviant and a disgrace to the family.
But he always felt that this was not true enough.
If Aunt Jingwan is really as they say, a sinner of the family and a shame to the family, then why are they said to be the hope to save the family from decline and the savior to prevent disasters?
It's too contradictory.
Not to mention... If Aunt Jingwan is really as deviant as the clan elders said, then how could her daughter be so gentle and gentle as water, so gentle that she doesn't look like one.
Sang Nanshan's eyes always stayed on Jiang Anning.
He said he was peeking, but in fact he was distracted and didn't cover up.
Through the kitchen window frame, looking at the people with a hazy beauty hidden in the white mist of water vapor, Sang Nanshan became more and more curious about Jiang Anning.
People in this village said that she was a white-eyed wolf, ungrateful, and cruel and cruel who stabbed her fiancé's family in the back.
But in his opinion, those people are the real white-eyed wolves.
While Jiang Anning was boiling water and making noodles, Sang Nanshan was like that, peeking at people without blinking.
What kind of woman is she?
"What are you thinking about?"
When Jiang Anning came over with the pimple soup, she saw this man staring at the kitchen, fascinated.
She freed up a hand and waved it in front of people's eyes.
Sang Nanshan suddenly came to his senses, his handsome face suddenly turned red.
"Yes, I'm sorry..."
It shouldn't be too embarrassing to be caught spying on other girls.
It's also too rude.
Jiang Anning was a little surprised by this man's innocence. She smiled without saying anything and handed over the pimple soup in her hand.
"I didn't live here before, and I didn't have much ingredients at home. It's easy to make, so you just have to make do with it."
Following his words, Sang Nanshan's eyes fell on the bowl of pimple soup with rich noodles and oily flowers, and the circles under his eyes couldn't stop turning red.
A simple bowl of pimple soup, with two blanched vegetables carefully placed on top and a double-yolked egg lying on it.
This was the best meal he had eaten since he left home in anger.
"Thank you!"
While Sang Nanshan was filling his mouth with big mouthfuls of pimple soup, he wiped his eyes, swallowed back his tears, and said thank you in a voice as quiet as a mosquito.
Jiang Anning gently advised him to eat slowly. Eating too fast would be bad for his stomach.
Sang Nanshan responded with a "hmm" and slurped the pimple soup into his mouth.
He is really hungry.
So much so that even a bowl of pimple soup seasoned with a little meat oil and soy sauce felt like a delicious meal.
Jiang Anning was afraid that he would stretch himself if he ate too much at once, so he didn't do too much.
After Sang Nanshan sucked and sucked for a while, the bottom of the large bowl of pimple soup was reached.
He touched his nose with some embarrassment, and when Jiang Anning wasn't paying attention, he quickly licked the bottom of the bowl, licking up all the residue, leaving no trace behind.
Clang.
There was a sudden sound at the door.
When the two of them looked over, they saw that the door, which was originally ajar, was swinging back and forth automatically in the absence of wind.
Although Sang Nanshan didn't see the person behind the door, his intuition told him that the person hiding at the door and peeping at them was most likely his brother.
"You've finished eating, so I won't keep you."
Jiang Anning withdrew her gaze, took the seemingly clean empty bowl from the person's hand, and shooed the person away without politeness.
Sang Nanshan suddenly felt a little scared.
He didn't want to go back and face his brother's questioning, so he hesitated and boldly called Jiang Anning: "Can I ask you something?"
Click.
There was another sudden sound at the door. This time, it was probably the breaking of some dry branch or something.
Sang Nanshan and Jiang Anning, in perfect agreement, just glanced at each other casually and then looked away.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Anning asked with a faint smile, and her peripheral vision hurriedly glanced at the door as if unintentionally.
It was so interesting that she could actually hear the breathing of the man at the door clearly. He was so nervous and flustered that he almost didn't dare to relax with his heart in his arms.
Sang Nanshan pursed his lips: "I know, what you said earlier...that you want us to help you do things and cooperate with your plan, is that what you want to do?"
His brother said that the woman in front of him was very scheming and must be up to no good.
If he stayed here, he would probably get involved in trouble, endanger himself, and even endanger his family.
Sang Nanshan pursed his lips, and his eyes fell on Jiang Anning, feeling a little more trusting for some reason.
He didn't agree with the crooked things his brother said.
Obviously, the woman in front of me doesn't look like a bad person, and she is completely different from the people in this village.
"Of course..." Jiang Anning's voice paused slightly, and her smile became a little stronger. Under Sang Nanshan's expectant eyes, she slowly and lightly uttered a few words: "Do something bad!"
Sang Nanshan felt as if something suddenly shattered at that moment.
"Do, do bad things?"
Jiang Anning smiled at the look of disbelief on his face, and glanced at the door intentionally or unintentionally.
The people hiding outside were obviously relieved.
As if hearing Jiang Anning say "do bad things" with his own ears was a successful confirmation of something, a thing that was hanging on people's minds suddenly came to a peaceful end.
"Yes!"
Jiang Anning looked at the person teasingly: "Is it possible that you think I am a good person?"
certainly!
Without even thinking about it, Sang Nanshan answered in the affirmative in his mind.
However, when these words came to his lips, his eyes met Jiang Anning's slightly naughty smile, and he suddenly became less confident.
Could it be that his brother really got it right?
This woman just looked gentle and kind, like a delicate little white flower.
In fact, secretly, his thoughts are vicious, like a colorful snake.
Did he make a mistake?
Sang Nanshan had some doubts about himself. His expression was struggling and entangled. He thought about it over and over again, and finally chose to follow his heart: "Yes, I just don't think you are a bad person."
He pursed his lower lip lightly: "Perhaps you have some last resort?"
After much deliberation, he only thought of this possibility.
"Why do I have to have the last resort?"
Jiang Anning's smile grew wider, and she began to tease people: "Can't I be a different person than what I appear on the outside, a complete bad guy?"
"Bad people don't keep saying they are bad people."
Sang Nanshan suddenly became more determined: "People always emphasize something repeatedly when they cannot get something or cannot do something."
How can a bad person keep saying that he is a bad person?
They are afraid that they will only think that they are great benevolent people, and great benevolent people are.
Just like the patriarch of this village, he talks about benevolence, justice and morality, and he keeps saying that he is for this good and that good, but in fact, he wishes that all the benefits would go into his pocket.
Jiang Anning looked at the person for a while, then burst into laughter as if she couldn't hold it back.
Sang Nanshan felt that he had been made fun of, and said dissatisfiedly: "Why are you laughing! Am I right?"
"Yes, and also wrong."
Jiang Anning's smile subsided slightly, but there was still a smile on her lips.
"I really just want to use you to do bad things."
She was very open and generous, telling her truest purpose without any secret.
But she didn't say any more about what bad things she was going to do.
"So, have you decided whether to accept my offer?"
Jiang Anning entered the topic simply and straightforwardly, which really caught Sang Nanshan off guard.
"I..."
Before Sang Nanshan could make enough preparations, Sang Donghai, who was hiding behind the gate of Jiang Anning's house, couldn't stand listening any more. He opened the door angrily and barged in: "You evil girl, don't even think about tricking my brother into conspiring with you!"
Sang Donghai glared angrily, almost treating Jiang Anning as an old witch who abducted young men from good families.
"Brother?"
Sang Nanshan frowned, then stood on Jiang Anning's side and glared at Sang Donghai: "I don't allow you to say that to her!"
Sang Donghai couldn't believe his ears.
"What did you say?"
This bastard boy has been out for a few days. Could it be that he was fed some kind of ecstasy soup by this witch?
Why can't you carry it so clearly?
He can't even tell who is good to him and who is bad to him!
"I said, I won't allow you to speak such vicious words about her."
Sang Nanshan’s voice was firm.
Sang Donghai was furious: "Are you obsessed with this witch? Are you familiar with her? Talking to her like this."
"I am your brother, your relative, a brother with broken bones and connected tendons. Could I still harm you?"
Sang Nanshan pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment: "You won't harm me, but she didn't do anything wrong."
"Why do you have to make malicious assumptions about her?"