Chapter 182 Getting closer to the truth
"It's my fault..."
Jiang Xiu'e felt sad, Jiang Anning put the things on the table and cabinet in the main room, freed up her hands, shook the person's arm, and whispered coquettishly: "There's nothing wrong with Grandpa, Grandpa is the best!"
The little girl's voice was sweet and soft, and it penetrated into Jiang Xiu'e's ears little by little, making her dizzy and making her let go.
"I'm such an old person, I can't stand your wandering around like this."
"I can't compare to you young people, whose bodies and bones are healthy and can withstand hardships."
Jiang Xiu'e was really at a loss as Jiang Anning was holding on to brown sugar.
She even had some doubts in her heart. Could it be that the Jiang Anning she met with the villagers before was the same core as the cute little girl in front of her?
Why is there such a huge contrast in personality?
Then, she felt even more distressed.
Such a soft little girl looks silly and naive. It's no wonder she was tricked by people like the Zhao family and almost ended up in a furnace of fire.
In Jiang Xiu'e's opinion, this girl Jiang Anning is pure and stupid.
She just said that she was the one who sent people to Anjifang back then. It was just a verbal statement, and there was no real evidence at all.
In this case, what the Zhao family said before was really a lie.
But what is the difference between what she said and what the Zhao family said and did now?
But it's all empty talk.
Of course, it was she who couldn't bear it that year, felt pity, and sent Jiang Anning to Anji Fang.
But such a long time has passed for something like this, so Jiang Anning can deny it.
But this girl is honest.
The Zhao family said that it was the Zhao family who saved her when they sent her to Anjifang.
She believed that the Zhao family was her savior.
The one who cares deeply is good to that family who is so arrogant.
Almost drained myself.
Now if it were her, she was the one who really saved this girl's life back then.
This girl didn't doubt her belief at all.
She began to treat her with the heartfelt kindness she had shown to the Zhao family again.
Jiang Xiu'e sometimes really wonders, is this girl a fool?
How can you be so stupid and naive and treat everyone as a good person?
Isn't this girl afraid that she will just be the next, blood-sucking Zhao family?
"What a fool!"
Looking at Jiang Anning's innocent smile, Jiang Xiu'e couldn't help but sigh: "You are such a fool."
"Where am I stupid?" Jiang Anning looked unconvinced.
Jiang Xiu'e felt even more pity and coaxed her softly: "Okay, okay, my ancestor said the wrong thing. Our An Ning girl is smart."
Jiang Anning was now a little satisfied. She lay softly in someone's arms and called her ancestor.
Jiang Xiu'e yelled "You are so sweet and heartless", but she really looked like a loving and admiring grandfather and grandson.
The grandfather and grandson talked in a friendly manner for a while.
Jiang Xiu'e didn't mention the secrets about the village, and just chatted about the daily routines in an easy-going manner.
Jiang Anning listened carefully and did not show any impatience.
He didn't even ask about anything else.
Both sides are quietly testing each other's purpose.
"It's not too early, it's time to get ready."
Jiang Xiu'e felt a little thirsty after talking. Seeing that it was getting late, she got up and went to the kitchen.
She didn't let Jiang Anning get her hands on the job of killing ducks.
Jiang Anning was obediently picking up garlic beside her.
The cleaned duck was cut in half by Jiang Xiu'e and fried in a pan until both sides were golden brown.
Heat oil in a pan, add a handful of onions, ginger, garlic, and peppercorns, and stir-fry until fragrant.
Then add the fried duck.
"Your mother taught me how to make this sour plum sauce when she was still here."
Jiang Xiu'e seemed to say casually: "I haven't made this sour plum sauce for a long time since your mother passed away."
“It was only last year that I made two more bottles.”
"I originally thought of sending it to you. I thought you might like this bite."
She sighed: "But, I'm worried that you will miss others after seeing things, and because of these two bottles of sour plum sauce, it will ruin your appetite."
"I was so entangled that I had no chance to give the things away."
"Not to mention, you were closely watched by the Zhao family at that time."
"Then Mrs. Zhang looks at you as if you are a piece of gold cake. She is afraid that someone will approach you and abduct you. There is no way for them to suck blood from their whole family."
"You won't allow people like us to get close to you easily."
"So I'm also worried that sending this thing over will make you feel sad. Let's not talk about it. Maybe Mr. Zhang is interested in it. You can't even see this thing, and it's a waste of my time. My thoughts.”
Jiang Xiu'e said frankly: "I am such a stingy person. It can be seen that the family named Zhao took advantage of me in vain."
"Later on, this thing just sat in my house and I never gave it away."
"It's really good now."
"Now that you're here, my sour plum sauce can be put to use."
As Jiang Xiu'e spoke, she dug two tablespoons of sour plum sauce into the pot.
"It can be seen that everything has its own fate."
Jiang Anning's thoughts remained unmoved: "My ancestor and my mother were good friends in the past?"
There was a bit of uncertainty in her voice, and she blinked her eyes a few times. Soon her eye circles turned slightly red, and she said pitifully and aggrievedly: "I can hardly remember what my mother looks like."
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"Old ancestor, can you tell me something?"
Jiang Xiu'e was instantly aroused and felt distressed: "Your mother and I..."
She sighed slightly: "It's not really a good relationship."
"It's just that your mother is kind and has a good heart. Seeing that I am a lonely old woman with no children, she is all alone, so she takes more care of me."
Jiang Xiu'e flipped the duck in the pot a few times: "This recipe of yellow-skinned sour plum duck was also given to me by your mother."
She turned her head and glanced at Jiang Anning: "You will try it later. Is it your mother's craft? See if it is somewhat similar to what I learned."
Jiang Anning pursed her lips and blinked her big innocent eyes: "Old ancestor, have you forgotten? I just saw that yellow-skinned fruit tree, and I didn't even recognize it. What is it..."
She looked at the person as if she was a little aggrieved: "With this condition, how could you have ever eaten yellow-skinned sour plum duck?"
Jiang Xiu'e's face froze.
But soon, she returned to normal and smiled lovingly: "Look at my memory, it's really old and useless."
She laughed twice, as if to hide her embarrassment.
Then, nothing more was said.
Just silently choosing vegetables beside the pot.
Jiang Anning looked at her, with a faint smile on her lips.
Seeing that no one said anything else, Jiang Anning calmed down, sat on a small bench, and carefully selected vegetables.
I feel that the surrounding environment suddenly seems a little too quiet,
Jiang Xiu'e's hand selecting vegetables paused slightly.
She couldn't help but raise her head, looked at Jiang Anning who was sitting not far away, choosing vegetables, and said in surprise: "You girl, you are quite patient."
To be able to sit still like this.
He was silent, concentrating on what he was doing.
He also did it very seriously.
"Have you forgotten, ancestor?" Jiang Anning raised her head and said confidently: "I am an embroiderer. Usually when I have to do some large embroidery work, I sit for two or three hours. A common thing.”
"Now it's just a matter of choosing a few dishes, why can't you sit still?" Jiang Xiu'e looked at the person who looked quite proud and complacent, and felt that this little girl was even more cute.
"Then I underestimated you."
The two of them were just like this, talking to each other, talking to each other, talking about some gossip.
It was as if the embarrassment just now had completely disappeared.
After the duck stewed in the pot, Jiang Xiu'e picked some fresh yellow skin, washed it, put it in the pot, and started simmering together.
After the sauce was thickened over high heat, Jiang Xiu'e took out the duck, chopped it into small pieces, put it on a plate and poured the soup over it.
"I haven't cooked this dish for many years, and I don't know if it suits your taste."
Jiang Xiu'e was obviously very satisfied with this dish.
It's just that there is a certain amount of humility.
"I like everything Grandpa Ancestor makes." Jiang Anning said with a hint of truth.
This earned Jiang Xiu'e a glare: "Poor mouth!"
"You're so young, I don't know where I learned it from. I have a glib tone and no seriousness!"
"Old Zuer, you have wronged me by saying this. How could I be so glib~~ What I said was spoken from the bottom of my heart."
Jiang Xiu'e said "yoyo" twice, obviously not believing it.
"I still hope that I will find more opportunities to come to you for dinner in the future. If I say I don't like it, won't I have the opportunity to come to you for dinner again in the future?"
Jiang Anning pursed her lips and showed an aggrieved expression: "I won't do such a thing that is not worth the gain."
"So of course everything I said is true!"
"No matter what my ancestor makes, I just like it."
"This is more true than anything else, really true!"
Jiang Xiu'e had obviously never heard anything like this before, even though he was obviously saying nice things to make her happy, and she was a little stunned for a moment.
Her eyes were a little moist, and she couldn't help but think of the lonely days under her knees for so many years.
Once upon a time, she had felt envious countless times when she saw other people's houses full of children and grandchildren, surrounded by their children and grandchildren.
But these people in the clan have always been profit-seeking.
The only one who treats her sincerely and respects her as a blood elder is probably the only girl from back then who is 70-80% similar to the little girl in front of her.
"Awan..."
Jiang Xiu'e murmured, her eyes resting on Jiang Anning's face, and she felt a little nostalgic for a moment.
"What?"
Jiang Anning didn't hear clearly what Jiang Xiu'e had just called.
Jiang Xiu'e came back to her senses and smiled bitterly.
"Like!"
Jiang Anning was even more strange.
"You two look so much alike."
Jiang Xiu'e seemed to be feeling emotional.
"We?"
Jiang Anning frowned and asked in confusion: "Who am I and...?"
Jiang Xiu'e was silent for a moment.
Just when Jiang Anning thought that Jiang Xiu'e would not continue this topic, she heard someone say: "Your mother, she is very similar to you..."
After saying that, he seemed to feel that this was wrong again.
Jiang Xiu'e smiled: "Look at my mind, it's really confusing."
"It should be said that you and your mother look very similar."
"Is it similar?"
Jiang Anning subconsciously raised her hand and touched her face.
"It's very similar!"
Jiang Xiu'e's voice was firm and a little more loving, and even her eyes looking at Jiang Anning had a little more deep nostalgia.
Jiang Anning frowned slightly, then let go quickly, so fast that it was difficult to catch.
Jiang Xiu'e was looking at someone else through her face... her mother-in-law.
Is it remembrance?
But, Jiang Xiu'e and her aunt are just from the same village, right?
In the past, when her mother-in-law was alive, she rarely went out to visit.
At least, that's how she remembered it.
Whenever she needed to communicate with the villagers, it was her father who went out.
Most of the time, their family stayed in their own little home, closed the door, and lived their own little lives.
Or, in fact, there are other human relationships between Aniang, Adi, and the people in the village that she doesn't know about?
And...
Jiang Anning frowned slightly.
The way Jiang Xiu'e looked at her was a little more consistent with the way Jiang Wei looked at her before.
She looks very much like A Niang.
Jiang Xiu'e had a reasonable reason to remember her grandma through her face.
That Jiang Wei...
What is it for?
Could it be said that he has also met A Niang! ! !
Yes, it must be!
Jiang Wei is from the capital.
The people who harmed her mother and father were also from the capital!
Those who broke into her house, robbed her, dug up her graves and destroyed her bodies, were also from the capital!
Grandma and dad never came back because they went to the capital!
Capital City!
There must be something hidden, and she needs to dig out and explore the truth.
Why A Niang and Dad died? Only when we get to the capital can we find out the answer.
She is going to the capital!
For the first time, Jiang Anning had such a firm belief and wanted to do something.
The thought of going to the capital has even overtaken the hatred of avenging himself.
She must know the truth!
Find the murderer behind the scenes and avenge my mother and father!
Jiang Xiu'e didn't notice the strangeness, and was still counting the similarities between Sang Jingwan and Jiang Anning.
"Actually, when it comes to similarities, you are most similar to your father."
"As the old saying goes, a daughter should be like her father, and a son should be like his mother."
"This is actually true."
"But the magic is that you look very much like your father, at least sixty-seven points, especially those eyes, they are literally carved from the same mold."
"If I block your nose and chin and say that you and your father are the same person, I'm afraid many people will believe it."
Jiang Xiu'e sighed endlessly: It's so similar.
The similarities between father and daughter make people feel as if these two people were carved out of the same mold by Nuwa.
"But if I take a closer look at you and your mother-in-law, I will feel that you and your mother-in-law are more similar."
"At least seventy-eight points similar..."
Jiang Xiu'e looked at Jiang Anning's face and sighed with emotion: "Even when I look at you now, I feel a little dazed."
"It's like your mother-in-law has not passed away. She is still standing in front of me like this."
"Every frown and every smile is still so vivid and fresh."
Jiang Xiu'e smiled sadly: "Sometimes I can't even tell the difference, what is true? What is false?"
"But this strange feeling only appears now when I look at you alone."
"I have actually seen you many times in the past."
"But there has never been a time when it was as intuitive as it is now. It makes me feel that your mother-in-law is still alive."