Jiang Ersao fainted, which amused the villagers who were watching the spectacle.

Why pretend to be weak? It's just a dead snake, what's there to be afraid of?

Jiang Mingzhu was also puzzled. "It seems that Second Aunt doesn't like this gift. I'll take it back then."

She was very disappointed, as she hadn't actually intended to give the snake to Jiang Ersao in the first place.

Why let this person get away with this? They're just wasting their time.

The villagers were curious. "Little Gu, Jiang Laosan is back. Aren't you going to see him?"

"What's the point of seeing each other after a divorce? Do you think we'll rekindle our old flame?"

It's not like old flames are rekindled.

Not only did they rekindle their old flame, but they even slept in the same bed the day before yesterday.

But why tell outsiders about this?

Gu An'an had no intention of telling outsiders these things.

She smiled. "So it's your father who's back. Why don't you go and see him?"

Jiang Mingzhu was a little unsure, and after thinking for a moment, she shook her head and refused Gu An'an's suggestion, "There's nothing to see, Mother, let's go back. I think Qianqian looks quite tired."

Although Zhao Qianqian was tired, she was just as gossipy as everyone else. After hearing that sentence in the car, it felt like a thousand little insects were crawling all over her mind.

As the carriage drove away, Zhao Qianqian couldn't help but ask, "Sister Gu, why did you divorce Zhu'er's father?"

Is this a situation where we can't go on living?

Her mother always complained that she couldn't live with her father anymore, but every time her father came back with those gold and silver treasures, they would live together again.

As the number of times the boy cried wolf increased, Zhao Qianqian realized that her mother and father would live together for the rest of their lives.

And what about the person in front of you?

She's quite good-looking and very capable, so why did they get divorced?

"We're apart so often, why waste each other's time?" Gu An'an smiled. "But it's not a big deal. Now that he's back, you and your brother Bao'er can come back together sometime."

Jiang Mingzhu hesitated slightly upon hearing this, "He didn't come to see us, so he probably doesn't care. Why should we make a fool of ourselves?"

"That's where you're being sentimental," Gu An'an couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this. "It's not that I don't miss you, it's just that it's not appropriate to go back to your home. You should visit them instead. Maybe you can even find a better stepmother for yourselves."

Her words were somewhat teasing, but Jiang Mingzhu didn't find them amusing at all. The girl instinctively hugged Gu An'an's arm, "I don't want a stepmother, I only want my mother. Father... he doesn't want my mother, so I don't want him either."

As she spoke, she buried herself in Gu An'an's arms, her shoulders trembling slightly.

The tears came so suddenly that even Zhao Qianqian was stunned. She wanted to comfort her but didn't know what to say. After hesitating for a while, she finally spoke, "Zhu'er, don't be sad. Sister Gu will definitely not abandon you. It's just that your father has no taste. It's alright. I'll introduce you to some good ones later. Sister Gu, what kind of man do you like? I can introduce you to men of all shapes and sizes."

The anxious person spoke without thinking, which left Gu An'an both amused and exasperated.

"I don't like anything, there's no need for all that trouble."

"No trouble at all." The carriage was filled with the sweet aroma of persimmons, as pervasive as cotton and willow catkins in spring.

Unable to resist the temptation, Zhao Qianqian picked up a persimmon, carefully wiped it with a handkerchief, and then quickly peeled off the skin.

I licked it.

It really tastes just like the flavor I've been craving. It's really good.

The persimmon is sweet without being astringent, and the key is that the sweetness is just right, which makes it extraordinary.

Zhao Qianqian quickly finished one persimmon, then wiped it clean, peeled another, and handed it to Jiang Mingzhu, saying, "Eat persimmons, and don't think about those stinky men."

Is there anything more delicious than persimmons?

Of course, eating persimmons is the most important thing.

Jiang Mingzhu was both amused and exasperated by these words, probably never expecting Zhao Qianqian to be so "open-minded".

Looking at the persimmons handed to me, they were bright yellow and full of sweet aroma, and they looked delicious.

The girl didn't refuse her friend's kindness and carefully accepted the food.

"Isn't it delicious? I told you this is the best persimmon I've ever eaten. Sister Gu, how did it grow like this? I've eaten all the persimmons in Anping County, but the ones here taste better. They have a sweet and refreshing taste that isn't astringent. It's very special."

Gu An'an didn't feel there was any difference. She didn't really like eating these, but she had to pick them to sell because of financial difficulties.

This time it's different; it's used to appease the child.

As long as the desired effect is achieved.

Look at Zhao Qianqian now, calling Gu "sister" so affectionately, like she's her half-sister.

"Perhaps because of the large temperature difference between day and night in the mountains, these persimmons are sweeter. In addition, the high altitude makes them a blessing from God."

"Maybe so. Luckily, that persimmon tree broke, so you don't have to go there to pick persimmons anymore. It was too dangerous."

Looking at the person who still had some childlike innocence, Gu An'an couldn't help but laugh, "There are some on other hills, but the trees are still a bit small. It will probably take two years before they bear fruit, then we can eat them."

As Zhao Qianqian spoke, she peeled another persimmon and carefully put it into her mouth. "I'll come back in a few years. I'll call the servants over and have them pick some more."

No one can predict what will happen a few years from now.

Gu An'an didn't say much. When she got home, she and Jiang Mingzhu got out of the car and she told Zhao Qianqian a few things, "Take a hot shower when you get home, and don't eat so many persimmons, or you'll get diarrhea."

The person who had eaten five or six persimmons along the way was somewhat embarrassed. "I know, even my mother doesn't discipline me like that."

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