However, looking into her daughter's clear and innocent eyes, Grandma Jiang couldn't bear to scold her.

After a long silence, he finally managed to say, "You can't teach someone who can't read, or it will cause trouble."

"Teaching me nonsense?" Jiang Nuan's heart skipped a beat, and she tentatively asked, "Mother, I couldn't read before?"

"You can read now?" Grandma Jiang looked up in surprise. "Who taught you?"

It's confirmed!

As expected, Lady Jiang was illiterate.

Even though she had already guessed, upon hearing the news, Jiang Nuan felt as if a flock of crows were flying through her mind.

I couldn't help but blurt out a curse: Damn it!

Such a big thing has been a lie all these years, and yet no one has seen through it. What a talent!

If this were a different era, Jiang Nuan felt that the Jiang family would have completely fooled the leaders of the pyramid scheme!

"Mom," Jiang Nuan blushed, coughed awkwardly, and stammered, "I learned it secretly."

"Stealing someone's skills?" Old Mrs. Jiang looked around warily, then leaned close to Jiang Nuan's ear and asked, "You weren't discovered, were you?"

These days, stealing someone's skills is a serious crime.

If people find out, breaking their legs would be the least of their worries.

“No,” Jiang Nuan said helplessly, looking at the furtive old lady Jiang, “Mother, I didn’t steal any skills.”

"You didn't learn anything from her?" Grandma Jiang was stunned, looking at her daughter with great confusion. "How could that be? Who would teach you?"

She had considered sending her daughter to learn to read before, but she didn't know how.

Scholars are very proud and look down on girls. She brought good wine and meat to an old scholar in the village who hadn't passed the imperial examination in decades, hoping he would teach his daughter to write a few characters.

She humbled herself and said all the right things, but the man not only disagreed but also scolded her and threw her and her belongings out the door, making her so angry that she couldn't eat for several days.

“Well,” Jiang Nuan racked her brains for an excuse, and after a long while, she blinked her clear eyes and spoke sincerely, “Mother, I learned it from a Taoist priest. He also helped me get better. Besides that, he taught me a lot of other things and gave me a book on health cultivation.”

Whenever Jiang Nuanxin feels extremely insecure, she becomes exceptionally sincere and earnest, making herself appear more confident.

Hearing this, Grandma Jiang was skeptical, but she was not as agitated as before.

She rolled her eyes, pondered for a moment, and then murmured in confusion, "Could it be some kind of deity?"

He paused, then grasped Jiang Nuan's hand and asked softly, "Ya Ya, what did that Taoist priest look like? Why did he teach you? Were there any requirements?"

Oh my god...

Each one is harder to answer than the last.

This is so hard for me!

While complaining, Jiang Nuan quickly thought about how to answer in the best interest of herself.

After thinking for a moment, she decided to speak half-truthfully, "Mother, I don't know what the Taoist priest looks like either. I just feel that he has an otherworldly air about him, but I can't see him clearly. It's as if there's a layer of fog between us."

“I also asked him why he was teaching me, and he said it was fate and destiny, and told me to study hard and not ask too many questions.”

"He only asked me to do good deeds and accumulate virtue."

"Could he really be a deity?" Hearing her daughter's words, Grandma Jiang's eyes widened. "How could an ordinary Taoist priest have such abilities?"

"I don't know either," Jiang Nuan suppressed her embarrassment and said hesitantly, "Maybe so."

She didn't want to dwell on the issue any longer and just wanted to end the conversation as soon as possible.

"Mother, Xiao Si and the others keep looking this way. Let's leave first and talk about it later."

Jiang Nuan's words reminded Grandma Jiang.

She glanced at Huang Xiaosi and whispered, "Yaya, don't tell Xiaosi and the others what I'm telling you. Just pretend I didn't ask anything."

Now that her daughter is literate, she no longer has to worry about her daughter being exposed.

All those words I said before were ultimately lies, and it's not honorable for others to know. It's best to pretend nothing happened.

"Don't worry, Mother, I know."

After saying this, Jiang Nuan led Old Lady Jiang to the hall.

Even when it was time to eat, Grandma Jiang was still reeling from the shock of her daughter encountering the old immortal.

She never imagined that her daughter would have a connection with the immortals.

This is a divine encounter; how could a mortal possibly encounter something like this? It's clear that her daughter has an extraordinary destiny.

With this in mind, Grandma Jiang made up her mind to take her daughter's birth date and time and ask a master to do a compatibility analysis.

Jiang Nuan felt somewhat helpless watching Grandma Jiang mechanically stuff dumplings into her mouth one by one.

Was her mother frightened by her words?

She didn't mean it; she just had no other way to say it.

She is very different from Jiang Shi. Only in this way can she solve the problem once and for all, instead of having to find reasons every time her image is ruined.

Jiang Nuan, a successor to socialism, never imagined that one day she would be using unscientific deities as a rallying cry.

I hope my mother has a strong mentality and won't be frightened by these things.

Thinking of this, Jiang Nuan immediately felt guilty and put some dumplings from her bowl into Grandma Jiang's bowl, saying, "Mom, eat more."

Upon hearing this, Grandma Jiang, who had been in a daze, came to her senses and looked down to see that her bowl was already half empty.

I immediately felt a pang of heartache.

These are white flour dumplings!

She was so distracted that she swallowed it whole without even tasting it.

What a waste of such good flour!

Grandma Jiang's face turned pale with heartache.

Shift your attention back to eating the dumplings carefully, attentively, and devoutly, one small bite at a time.

The pork belly with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, along with the tender wild vegetables that had just sprouted in early spring, instantly won over the old lady's stomach.

Grandma Jiang closed her eyes contentedly, sighing, "If I could eat like this every day, my life would be worth it."

"Eating like this every day? You're dreaming," Jiang Xu muttered to himself. "Even the richest families couldn't afford this."

“Landlords don’t eat these things,” Jiang Nuan wiped her mouth and put down her chopsticks. “White flour dumplings are only rare in our farming families. Landlords have chicken, duck, fish and meat served in rotation, and they can eat fine rice and white flour as they please.”

"How much would that cost?" Jiang Xu exclaimed in disbelief, "Even the emperor in the palace couldn't afford it."

These words almost made Jiang Nuan burst out laughing.

An emperor who couldn't even afford chicken, duck, fish, or meat must have been truly miserable!

"Jiang Xu, you should eat properly and not talk," Jiang Nuan took a sip of water to clear her throat, "I'm afraid my stomach will hurt."

"Big sister, is your stomach upset?"

"Yes, you made me laugh!"

"Uncle," Huang Xiaosan chimed in, "I don't know what the emperor eats, but my father-in-law told me that the Jin family's master and mistress are tired of eating meat and fish, and they're searching the whole city for rare things to eat, including deer, roe deer, and badgers."

When he arrived in the county town, he realized that the fish and meat they longed for were just ordinary things in the eyes of the wealthy.

When he first learned about these things, he found it hard to accept and couldn't understand how such people could exist.

Later, he made up his mind that he must make something of himself.

“Yes,” Jiang Nuan nodded, then turned to Grandma Jiang and assured her, “Mom, I’m not capable of making you sick of chicken, duck, and fish, but I can manage to make you eat white flour dumplings every meal.”