Volume 1, Chapter 497: The truth is before our eyes

Li Wanyin likes Jiang Qiansui so much. Ever since they first met, when she helped her deal with the old lady who was trying to scam her, she has had a good impression of her.

After she got to know her better, she liked her even more. What was even more amazing was that she always had a feeling in her heart that she was like her daughter.

Perhaps in their previous life, they had a mother-daughter relationship.

Perhaps God sent Sui Sui to her to make up for her lack of a daughter.

Gu Xunjing, who was standing aside, was stunned. His mother actually said that it didn’t matter if Sui Sui didn’t like him, as long as she could be her daughter.

There's no need to punish him like this. He just made her angry, so there's no need to punish him like this!

Gu Xunjing hurried forward and coaxed her with kind words.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong. You can't punish me like this. Even if Sui Sui doesn't like me, you have to help me. How can you persuade Sui Sui that it doesn't matter if she doesn't like me? I am your biological son!"

Suddenly, Li Wanyin smiled brightly.

"I'm not sure about that. Anyway, you don't look like me or your father at all. Maybe you were born wrong. Why don't we go do a DNA test when we have time?"

Gu Xunjing: “…”

Gu Xunjing felt as if the world had fallen. He said aggrievedly, "Mom, I'm sorry. I was so wrong."

Jiang Qiansui chuckled at the side, but when her eyes fell on the plate of braised pig's trotters, her gaze tightened.

When she was pregnant, her mother often made her braised beef with soy sauce. She ate it almost every day, saying it was to supplement protein. However, after she gave birth, this dish was no longer on her family's table.

At this time, Jiang Qiansui asked Aunt Li anxiously.

"Auntie Li, you said pregnant women can't eat cinnamon. What would happen if a pregnant woman ate cinnamon in salted meat?"

"If you use a small amount, you'll get a sore throat, but you can't eat a large amount. If you eat a large amount, there's a risk of miscarriage. Sui Sui, why are you asking this all of a sudden? Did you often eat brined food before?"

"No, not often. I just wonder if my mom knows that pregnant women can't eat this."

"Your mother has given birth to a child and paid close attention to your diet. She probably wouldn't have neglected it. Also, cinnamon is commonly used in households. The ready-made brine dumplings you buy also mostly contain cinnamon. Cinnamon is rarely used, so I guess she wouldn't have used it."

"Oh, so that's how it is."

Jiang Qiansui responded, but seemed to be thinking about something.

"Sui Sui, let's eat. Sorry for disturbing you by this guy. The food is cold. I'll go heat it up for you."

"Auntie Li, it's okay."

"No, you can't eat this food cold. It's bad for your stomach. Please sit down for a while. Aunt Li will be here soon."

Li Wanyin went to work, and soon served the dishes and invited Jiang Qiansui to eat.

Li Wanyin was smiling. She felt happy just by watching Sui Sui eating the food she cooked.

"Sui Sui, your hair is so beautiful. When I was young, I had the same hair as yours, long and black."

Li Wanyin was talking with an intoxicated look on her face. Gu Xunjing came up to her shamelessly and said, "Oh, Mom, so you like Sui Sui because of her long black hair. I know. I will wear a long black wig next time. Can you pay more attention to me?"

Gu Xunjing smiled playfully, and Li Wanyin responded with a cold face.

"You wear a long black wig. I won't pay attention to you. I will just lock you up to prevent you from running out and making people laugh."

Gu Xunjing: “…”

After a while, Gu Xunjing said hurtly, "Mom, why do you have such a lack of sense of humor?"

Jiang Qiansui smiled, but there was a subtle pain in her smile that was not easy to detect.

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Jiang Family

Jiang Qiansui returned home and rummaged through the kitchen, finally finding the box of spices.

There were a lot of spices in it. When Jiang Qiansui was checking it, someone suddenly came in. She looked up and found that it was the family's nanny, Mother Wu.

When Aunt Wu saw Jiang Qiansui looking for something in the kitchen, she asked in confusion, "Miss, what are you looking for?

Jiang Qiansui said, "I want to cook a dish today, so I'll see what spices I have at home."

"Miss, what do you want to eat? Aunt Wu will make it for you. Why did you do it yourself?"

"Auntie Wu, I just looked around. There doesn't seem to be any cinnamon in this spice box. This is cassia bark."

Aunt Wu said, "Yes, there is only cinnamon bark in it, no cinnamon. Miss, what do you want to cook?"

Jiang Qiansui breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this. She was just thinking too much.

She is really too neurotic. How could she have such a ridiculous idea?

"Mother Wu, I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do at the company. I'll leave first."

Jiang Qiansui put the spice box away. Just as she was about to leave, Aunt Wu said, "I remember that I found a big bag of cinnamon in the corner of my cupboard some time ago. It looked pretty good, but my wife got angry when she saw it and told me to throw it away. It was such a pity. If I had known you wanted it, I wouldn't have thrown it away."

Aunt Wu's words made Jiang Qiansui feel like she was struck by lightning.

She looked at Mother Wu and said, "That bag of cinnamon must have gone bad because it was bought too long ago, so my mother asked you to throw it away."

"But it looked good, and it was carefully placed. It was wrapped in three layers inside and three layers outside and placed in the corner of the cabinet. I thought it was something, but when I opened it, it turned out to be a bag of cinnamon. It was in good condition. It would be a pity to throw it away."

Jiang Qiansui listened, her fingertips trembling slightly, and she tried hard to restrain herself.

"Mom Wu, I want to eat braised beef in soy sauce. When I was pregnant, I loved the braised beef in soy sauce you cooked the most. I haven't eaten it for a long time, and I miss it a little."

"My dear, that was not made by me. When you were pregnant, the marinated beef you ate every day was made by Madam herself. One time I wanted to help, but Madam wouldn't let me. Madam really loves you."

Mother Wu's words stabbed into Jiang Qiansui's heart like a knife.

The braised beef stew every day was made by her mother herself. It was just a bag of cinnamon, but it was hidden so carefully.

It's in good condition, but it's being thrown away.

She hasn't made braised beef since her miscarriage.

All these things made Jiang Qiansui suddenly realize something terrible.

The piercing pain spread throughout her body and she felt dizzy.

Jiang Qiansui staggered, and Wu's mother rushed forward to support her, and said nervously: "Miss, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Jiang Qiansui calmed down and said, "Mother Wu, where is my mother?"

"Madam has gone to the temple."

"My mother, what is my mother doing in the temple?"

"The eldest lady's child died shortly after birth. Madam has placed a tablet in the temple to pray for the child's soul to rest in peace."