He Jiuniang had only guessed, but she was surprised to find that it was indeed for Sun Shi. She was even more gratified, feeling that her son was so sensible and that Sun Shi's love for him over the years had not been in vain.
"Great! Since you bought one for Grandma, you can't forget Grandpa's too, understand?"
"Hmm, but I don't know what to buy for Grandpa."
The little guy was a bit embarrassed; it was his first time buying gifts for his family, and he had no experience.
"Let's wander around some more then!"
He Jiuniang couldn't think of anything good to buy for Old Man Lu for the time being. Anyway, she wasn't going back for the time being, so she would wait until she saw it.
The two bought a lot of food, which was too much to carry, so He Jiuniang took the dog to a teahouse to listen to storytelling, sit down and rest, and finish off all the food they had bought.
The storyteller tells stories from popular folk tales of the time. In this era, few people are literate, and even fewer have the money to buy folk tales to read. However, there are quite a few people willing to spend money to drink tea and listen to stories. The teahouse is very lively and full of people.
He Jiuniang paid the money, and the waiter took her upstairs. The prices upstairs were higher, but the view was clearer.
The mother and son got a window seat. It was the first time the puppy had ever seen such a scene, and he sat on the side listening very attentively.
Today's story is about solving a case. The case is full of twists and turns, and the storyteller is very skilled. He tells the story very vividly, and everyone in the audience listens with great interest.
"Mother, that person is so pitiful!"
As she listened, the puppy let out a soft sigh. He Jiu Niang asked, puzzled, "Hmm?"
"That woman was murdered by her husband."
The puppy frowned, intently pondering the case.
Knowing her son was clever, He Jiuniang deliberately guided him, saying, "Hmm? Can you tell your mother what you're thinking?"
"The deceased's husband has given himself away; his behavior is somewhat abnormal."
"Hmm, and then what?"
"His wife died a gruesome death, but when he saw the body, he didn't seem very sad. Instead, he kept insisting that he wasn't there. Isn't that strange?"
The little dog looked up at He Jiuniang. Although he was young, he knew that it was inappropriate for a woman to be unclothed. Any normal person would protect his wife's body first, or at least cover it with something. However, the husband in the book seemed very sad, but he did not intend to protect his wife's body. He even tried to distance himself from her.
He Jiuniang smiled, but instead of answering his question, she asked, "So what do you think?"
"This man murdered his wife, yet he pretends not to know and even acts heartbroken. He's such a wicked person!"
He clenched his little fists, looking very angry.
It's quite remarkable that a child could see so many flaws. Human hearts are unpredictable. Although he didn't know much, he insisted that the man was the murderer who killed his wife.
He Jiuniang made no judgments. Although her son was still young, he had the ability to think independently, which was a good thing.
The storyteller continued his tale, and the mother and son listened attentively, unaware that several men at the next table had been watching them for some time.
He Jiuniang was fair-skinned and beautiful, with delicate features. Her face was not made up, yet she was still radiant. If it weren't for her womanly hairstyle, you would never know that she was already married.
And the little baby next to her, with her rosy cheeks, is quite outstanding. At such a young age, she can analyze such details of the case, making it hard not to attract attention.
"Child, do you really think the murderer is the victim's husband?"
A man walked over and sat down directly next to the puppy without paying any attention to it. He spoke to the puppy, but his eyes were fixed on He Jiuniang, and the look of amazement and ill intent in his eyes was very obvious.
The little dog was listening intently when it saw this person inexplicably sit down next to it. It was very unhappy and ignored him, instead moving closer to He Jiu Niang.
He felt that this man was not a good person.
With one arm around her son, He Jiuniang slowly took a sip of tea, her tone relaxed and casual: "I'm only giving you one chance. Go back to your seat."
"Oh ho ho, this young lady has quite an interesting way of speaking. This teahouse isn't yours to run, so why can't I sit here?"
The other party clearly didn't take He Jiu Niang's words to heart. What kind of waves could a woman with a child stir up?
The puppy frowned and said, "We paid for it!"
"Hahaha, even if you spend the money, it's not yours. I just want to sit here!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his legs, intending to sit there and not move.
He Jiuniang splashed the remaining tea in her cup onto his face, and before he could react, she grabbed his hair and slammed his head hard onto the table.
The man was so shocked by the action that he was dizzy. Just as he was about to call for help, a foot stepped on his face.
He Jiuniang held the scalding hot teapot right in front of his face, her voice still relaxed and calm: "I told you, you only have one chance."
After saying that, scalding hot tea was poured onto the man's mouth, and a pig-like scream rang out.
"Ah! What are you all doing? Come and save me!"
"Let me go, you filthy woman! Do you know who I am?"
"Ahhh, it's so hot! I won't do it again, I won't!"
In a short period of time, the man changed his story several times.
The dog stared in disbelief as its mother reprimanded the bad guy, its eyes sparkling with hearts.
Mommy is so amazing!
When he gets back, he will definitely practice his horse stance even harder and strive to become as good as his mother as soon as possible!
The commotion on the second floor disturbed the other people who were listening attentively to the story. Even the storyteller stopped and looked over, surprised that someone would cause trouble in the teahouse.
Everyone stared intently and saw a beautiful woman standing on a man, a faint smile on her stunning face, while she rudely poured scalding hot tea onto the man's mouth.
The man grimaced and screamed in agony. Several people nearby tried to help, but the woman kicked them away with such fluid and graceful movements that it drew applause from onlookers.
"Bang!"
The teapot was placed heavily on the table. He Jiuniang clapped her hands in disdain, then turned and went downstairs with the little dog in her hand.
The men didn't dare to step forward to stop her; they could only watch helplessly as she left.
He Jiuniang did not leave immediately. Instead, she took the dog to find the storyteller, gave him a few coins, and asked in a low voice, "May I ask, sir, is the murderer the victim's husband?"
The storyteller hadn't recovered from what had just happened and thought He Jiu Niang was there to cause him trouble, but to his surprise, she asked this question.
Seeing the confusion in the storyteller's eyes, He Jiuniang explained, "I'm really sorry. I wanted to listen to the whole story with my child before leaving, but my mood has been disturbed. My son guessed that the murderer might be the deceased's husband, and I didn't want him to have any regrets, so I came to ask him rashly."
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