Ye Qingqing certainly didn't think Ye Zhiguo was confused. In the past, she, like the old lady, thought that Ye Zhiguo was bewitched by Shen Yanhong, which was why he was so kind to Ye Lan and her brother, who were not related by blood.
Having experienced the pain of her past life and seen the document in the safe, Ye Qingqing became more objective in her view of things, and she even began to doubt her own origins.
If... she and Ye Zhiguo were not related by blood...
When the thought first popped into her head, Ye Qingqing was terrified by her own audacious idea, but after calming down, the more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
If Ye Zhiguo is not her biological father, and she possesses a huge fortune, then... all the doubts from her past life can be explained.
But Ye Qingqing refused to believe such speculation. She no longer wanted Ye Zhiguo's doting affection for her to be just an act. Whenever she thought of this, Ye Qingqing's heart would feel uncontrollably cold.
shudder.
But no matter what, Ye Tong is definitely her younger brother, there is no doubt about that.
She will protect Xiaotong for the rest of her life and will never let anyone bully Xiaotong.
Ye Qingqing snapped out of her chaotic thoughts and saw that the old lady was still grumbling and cursing, her hands not stopping as she took the things out of the basket and placed them side by side on the table.
"This is last year's preserved mustard greens, your old man's (in some rural areas of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, fathers are called 'old man') favorite. When I was in school, I would steam a bowl of preserved mustard greens, add some white sugar, and a few drops of lard, and your old man could eat it for half a month..."
The old lady is getting on in years and loves to talk about the past, especially about Ye Zhiguo's childhood.
Because Ye Zhiguo was her most prized son. Of her three sons, the second and third were ordinary farmers, toiling in the fields, while Ye Zhiguo not only joined the army and became a member of the glorious working class, but also lived in a garden villa that even landlords had never lived in...
All of this became the old lady's capital to show off in the village. Every day she would sit under the big camphor tree in front of the village, chatting and joking with a group of people, always talking about Ye Zhiguo. Only by listening to the envious and jealous praise of a group of people could the old lady's vanity be satisfied.
Year after year, day after day, the old lady, who was extremely bored, relied on this to get by every day!
However, Ye Zhiguo was indeed a model of success that all the villagers envied and were jealous of. Every time he returned to his hometown for the Spring Festival, he was so glorious and honored... his triumphant return was even more impressive than that of the county magistrate returning to his hometown.
The old lady took out a small jar and opened the lid. The familiar stench wafted out, and Ye Qingqing quickly covered her nose.
Holy crap... those rotten amaranth stalks!
She forgot about it.
The old lady liked this stinky stuff even more than Ye Zhiguo. She could eat it three times a day, and yet she was still so healthy. In her previous life, when Ye Zhiguo died, the old lady was still alive and well.
Those experts say that eating pickled foods is bad for your health and can cause cancer, but that doesn't apply to the old lady at all. She has loved eating pickled vegetables all her life and eats them with every meal, yet she remains very healthy.
“Your dad loves amaranth stalks the most. Back when amaranth was scarce, I would pickle old green stalks, and they were still incredibly delicious. Your dad would only need a piece of amaranth stalk for lunch, and he could eat a whole bowl of rice with it…”
The old lady started telling old stories again, mostly about Ye Zhiguo's school days. Ye Zhiguo didn't even graduate from junior high school, joined the army at eighteen, and his life after that consisted of nothing but the army and the factory. As a result, the old lady's understanding of her eldest son was limited to before he turned eighteen, and she knew nothing about what happened after that.
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