Jiang Sheng did not eat dinner that day.
All she remembered was crying uncontrollably, and then looking up at the bearded man, she said in a fit of rage, "You're lying, my father doesn't have a beard, the father in my dream doesn't have a beard."
Then she fell asleep, successfully missing out on the braised pork that night.
I woke up feeling full of regret, and my eyes were also a little uncomfortable.
Fortunately, Aunt Zhang walked in with a smile, holding a hot towel in her hand. She closed her eyes and applied it for a while, and all her discomfort disappeared.
"Get up quickly, the general is waiting for you outside," she whispered.
Jiang Sheng quickly dressed and rushed outside, only to see a handsome, clean-shaven middle-aged man; there was no sign of her bearded father.
A liar, a liar indeed.
She was furious, and before she could even stomp her feet, the middle-aged man grabbed her by the armpits and lifted her up.
It was that same way of holding a baby, spinning them around before dropping them on the ground.
Before Jiang Sheng could even pout, she heard the middle-aged man say, "You're finally awake. The Jiang family is going to Famen Temple to pay respects to their ancestors today. Would you like to come along?"
The Jiang family, at Famen Temple, to pay respects to their ancestors.
She belatedly realized that the middle-aged man in front of her was indeed General Jiang, her bearded father.
“I haven’t shaved it off in years.” Jiang Jizu touched his smooth chin, feeling a little uncomfortable. “I grew it out on purpose to intimidate the army.”
Now, just for a word from his daughter, he scrapes himself with a knife until midnight.
When he woke up in the morning, his four guards were so shocked they almost thought the general had been ambushed in the middle of the night, and that the enemy soldiers were only shaving his beard and not hurting him.
Only Jiang Sheng pursed her lips, feeling both shy and touched, and it took her a while to remember what she had just said, "Ancestor worship? What ancestor worship?"
Jiang Jizu's smile faded, and his eyes sharpened.
There is no ancestral worship.
This trip to Famen Temple was specially arranged for the Liao family.
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