"Father, what are you thinking about?" Su Jiaoniang's lips twitched.
He glanced back at Lu Wujiu.
Suddenly, I realized that although this person's back was straighter and he had a murderous aura, there was something intangible about him that made him seem like the third son of the Lu family from the original owner's memories.
Su Jiaoniang stared at Lu Wujiu, her gaze scrutinizing him.
Lu Wujiu looked back at her, wondering if she could see anything. If she could, would that prove she wasn't a fox spirit? But... if she wasn't a fox spirit, it still didn't make sense. This person was shrouded in mystery.
Su Jiaoniang didn't see any guilt on Lu Wujiu's face; instead, she saw something like expectation or doubt.
What are you looking forward to?
If he was the original owner's husband, was he hoping she would recognize him?
If he wasn't the original owner's husband, could it be that he was hoping to be a substitute?
Su Jiaoniang was completely confused. If Old Scholar Su hadn't been around, she might have directly asked him if he was Lu Wujiu.
Old Su, the scholar, cannot afford to have too much emotional fluctuation.
"Father, sit down for a while, I'll make you some clothes." Su Jiaoniang took out the stored duck down and washed it again and again. She dried the clean duck down over a fire and sewed it into the clothes when making them.
The fine, dense stitches conceal the down feathers within the garment.
By the time the jacket was finished being sewn, it was completely dark.
Xiao Ya and Fu Tu returned from outside one after another, and they stayed by Old Su Xiucai's side to talk.
Su Jiaoniang put the little jacket on Old Su Xiucai: "Is it warm?"
"It's warm." Old Su, the scholar, smiled, lowered his head, and his cloudy gaze fell on the padded jacket.
Granny Jie brought over the medicine that had been decocted in the kitchen, and Xiao Ya quickly took over the task of feeding the medicine. He held the bowl and fed Old Su, the scholar, spoonful by spoonful.
After taking the medicine, the kitchen brought over some porridge, and Futu then served it to Old Su, the scholar.
After finishing his dinner, Old Scholar Su looked tired. He slowly moved toward his room, and Su Jiaoniang thought, perhaps it was just her imagination, that Old Scholar Su's back seemed to be bent much more.
"Mother, business hasn't been good lately." Suddenly, the little girl pouted and sighed softly as she spoke.
"What's wrong?" Su Jiaoniang shifted her gaze from Old Su Xiucai to the little girl.
"I don't know. In the past, many people ate our stir-fried cold noodles and hot braised dishes, but there have been very few these past two days."
Dogflower did the math and figured he could barely make back his costs.
Su Jiaoniang rubbed Xiaoya's head: "If business is bad, there must be a problem. Xiaoya, you need to find the problem and then solve it, instead of stopping here."
Su Jiaoniang felt a little pressured when asked to solve a problem by a child who was not even six years old.
But Xiaoya is very sensible; she actually tried to think of a solution.
Inside the room, Old Su, the scholar, lay on the bed with his eyes closed.
The sound of Su Jiaoniang talking to Xiaoya could be heard from the courtyard. She was guiding the child to develop problem-solving skills. She didn't treat the child like a child and wouldn't solve everything for her.
but……
This is not his beloved.
No one knows a daughter better than her father.
Or perhaps this body belongs to his daughter, but the soul residing within it is definitely not his beloved Jiaojiao.
His daughter is very gentle and doesn't dare to speak loudly. She likes to laugh and act cute.
But she didn't have that kind of dashing spirit.
It is easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature. A person may change somewhat after experiencing hardship, but what is etched into the soul can never be easily changed.
This down jacket is so warm. Who would have thought that such a comfortable garment could be made from chicken feathers and duck feathers? But Jiaojiao's embroidery skills are excellent. Even with simple sewing, she can still create elaborate designs on the garment.
I wouldn't make clothes that are so grand and plain.
The order in which the stitches are arranged is also different.
Who is she?!
Where did his beloved go?
As the aroma of food filled the air and the laughter of his grandchildren filled the air, Old Scholar Su slowly closed his eyes.
For now, that's it. Pretending to be deaf and dumb is probably the best approach.
I'll inquire about it again after I recover.
His precious little girl.
Laughter echoed outside, and Old Scholar Su closed his eyes.
A day has passed.
The next morning, Su Jiaoniang was woken up by Xiaoya, who pointed to the old scholar Su walking outside and said, "Mother, I also want the clothes that Grandpa is wearing."
"Okay, I'll make it for you."
Su Jiaoniang smiled.
The little girl has one set, and the Buddha statue has one too.
As she was sewing, a shadow fell over her. Madam Feng yawned, walked over to Su Jiaoniang, stared at the needle and thread in her hands, and said, "What terrible handiwork. Let me do it."
He took the needle and thread from Su Jiaoniang's hands.
Her hands moved swiftly, her fingers fluttering like butterflies.
A little outfit was quickly made.
Su Jiaoniang stared at the clothes made by Madam Feng and compared them with her own handicrafts.
Her expression changed slightly.
Old Su, the scholar, was walking back and forth in the courtyard, exercising.
Old Scholar Su, with a cheerful smile on his face, played with the Buddha, who stood still in place.
Old Su, the scholar, recited the poem "Hoeing the Rice Seedlings" many times before and after the little Buddha statue. The statue finally stammered out, "There is no idle land under heaven, everyone starves to death!"
Su Jiaoniang almost spat out her drink.
Someone like Futu, with his photographic memory, would be adorable no matter how he played a simpleton.
Before the smile could fade, Old Scholar Su glared at him.
Su Jiaoniang slowly lowered her head and shrugged, continuing to make down jackets.
Madam Feng looked at Su Jiaoniang: "This dress feels quite comfortable and has no smell. If we take it to the county town to sell, it can fetch a lot of money."
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