I was killed by domestic violence, and I went crazy with barrage

Chapter 91 Why did Mrs. An speak so firmly?

Song Yao glanced at Jiang Anning with some embarrassment: "Look, if it's harmless, you might as well say it?"

Jiang Anning looked like a tough-tongued little girl. She showed fear after being slightly intimidated: "Sister Song, that picture of worshiping the Buddha really has a clean origin."

She glanced at Mrs. An and said cautiously: "It was because she was hiding in the tarpaulin of the woodshed, so, that's why she wasn't searched..."

"impossible!"

Before anyone could say anything, Mrs. An spoke directly and denied what he said. However, she soon realized that she had made a mistake and felt a little guilty.

Jiang Anning raised her eyebrows slightly and smiled playfully: "Why is Mrs. An so confident?"

"Is it possible that you were watching at the scene when those people broke into my home?"

Her expression quickly calmed down, and when Mrs. An suppressed her guilty conscience and looked at her, she returned to her innocent and timid look.

Mrs. An didn't notice anything wrong, so she raised her voice to cover up her guilt: "When did I say something conclusively? Don't talk nonsense!"

"I just use common sense to infer that since those people can dig up even the floor tiles, how can they let go of something like a tarp that can be exchanged for money?"

"You're so kind, you actually slandered me!"

Jiang Anning was not to be outdone: "I am just inferring based on common sense. After all, after ordinary people listen to what I say, even if they don't believe it, at most they will have doubts in their hearts and look for details bit by bit."

"How can you be like Mrs. An, who blurts out doubtful and negative words, as if you were also a participant in ransacking my house at that time!"

Her eyes widened, her cowardice could not be maintained, but she became a bit more ferocious and bloodthirsty, as if she was so angry that she would fight anyone at any time.

"Hu, what are you talking about?"

Mrs. An was really frightened by her appearance.

"Don't talk nonsense and slander my innocence!"

She puffed up her chest, slapped the table, and refuted with a fierce expression.

It's just that the voice that has no confidence is really hard to believe.

Even Song Yao could tell something was wrong, not to mention Jiang Anning who already had a lot of doubts about this matter.

"You're all right, just keep talking. What are you doing in such a tense situation..."

Song Yao suppressed the weirdness in his heart and smoothed things over with a smile: "Hey, my Mrs. An, I don't have anything good to offer from a small family. You can give me this old elm wood later." The broken table was smashed.”

Mrs. An tilted her head and glared over.

"I don't care about money!"

Song Yao raised his hands to show his sincerity: "What's more, you won't miss my money, right?"

"I'm worried that you may have hurt your hand."

"It's not worth it for you, a rich man, to hurt yourself over such trivial things."

"I can't bear it either!"

Song Yao sang, chanted, and beat for a while, and praised people with all kinds of nice words. In fact, he also gave people a step down.

"Humph, I guess you know something!"

Mrs. An glanced at Jiang Anning, anger still on her face.

Song Yao hurriedly pretended to scold someone: "You are serious, girl. What kind of person is Mrs. An that would do such petty and shameless things?"

"Our Chaohuang Embroidery Shop is where we are today, thanks to Mrs. You'an's appreciation."

"Why don't you quickly apologize to Mrs. An?"

After saying that, he hurriedly explained for others: "She is young, energetic, and can't bear the grievance. She couldn't control her temper for a while, and she got angry. Sir, how can I forgive you?"

Jiang Anning didn't move, like a tough-talking junior.

"Okay, okay, don't try to make up for her."

Mrs. An took two sips of tea, calmed down, and said generously: "I won't care about a child."

"Yes, yes, you have a broad mind and you will definitely not care about little people like us."

Song Yao said a few more good words to make people happy, and then he carefully asked: "I don't know, why did you find that other embroiderer?"

She said 'Hey', her face full of sorrow: "You know, I am a timid person..."

Mrs. An glanced at her and said casually: "It's nothing, just asking casually."

"Don't think too much and scare yourselves."

As if nothing happened, she took a sip of tea and put the tea cup down gently.

"It's done, let's leave it at that. I have a lot of things to do at home, so let's go first."

After saying that, he stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked away as if nothing had happened.

Song Yao was confused.

Seeing people coming with great fanfare, whining and sobbing, and then leaving quietly, I was very confused.

Seeing the housekeeper brought by Mrs. An leave, the street in front of the embroidery shop gradually returned to its former liveliness.

"Tell me, what kind of trouble did she make?"

Song Yao sighed, very puzzled.

Jiang Anning shook her head: "I don't know."

"You don't know, the battle just now scared me."

Song Yao recalled just now and patted his heart, still feeling frightened: "A group of big and powerful men suddenly came in one after another and crowded my small embroidery workshop until it was almost invisible."

"Then without saying a word, he kicked everyone out of the store."

"At that time, some were a little two steps behind, and were almost pushed to the point of staggering..."

Song Yao sighed: "I almost thought I met bandits coming down the mountain to rob them, and I was thinking about how much money I had to hand over to save my life."

"I didn't expect that the last person to come in was Mrs. An."

She patted her heart and said, "My heart is ups and downs. It's hard to be frightened."

"I think this man has never been in a big battle before. The last time he brought the angels sent by the palace, he was even more bluffing than this."

"When he came, he had an angry face and asked me to hand you over in a fierce manner... My heart suddenly became agitated again."

"I'm afraid she's here to cause trouble for us."

Song Yao walked to the door, looked in the direction where Mrs. An left, and then looked at both sides of the street.

Seeing no suspicious people looking this way, he closed the door and put up a sign saying he was out of business.

"Okay, everyone in my store has also been driven away by them."

Song Yao sighed: "There are only two of us left. It's better not to talk too much. I'll take you to have lunch."

"After eating, let's go to the dental shop and pick out someone we like and come back."

Jiang Anning responded "Okay" and looked quiet and well-behaved.

I was just thinking in my mind, what happened to Mrs. An today?
She had a vague guess that those 'relatives' who broke into her home after her parents died, even if they were not directly related to Mrs. An, they probably had some connection.

Jiang Anning frowned slightly and began to doubt the cause of her parents' deaths.

At noon in early summer, the breeze blowing slowly always carries a wisp of heat, and the sound of cicadas chirping makes the noisy people even more upset.

Song Yao took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"This day, it seems to have suddenly become hotter." Jiang Anning was a little surprised.

When the wind that had just blown over her face caressed her face, it was clearly cooling to the bones, without feeling any heat at all.

But she looked up at the sky. The scorching sun was hanging in the sky, and the big yellow dog on the street was lying in the shade, hissing and sticking out its tongue.

Most of the pedestrians on the road were waving their hands and fanning themselves, trying to drive away some of the heat.

Even Song Yao next to him had fine beads of sweat hanging on his forehead.

The air was also filled with the wet smell of the heat wave.

She used to be afraid of heat.

When it gets a little hot, my face turns red.

But today, I seem to feel everything.

Can……

To say that I am not hot seems a bit too different.

Jiang Anning looked around, and then as if nothing happened, she echoed: "Isn't that true? It's hot when it's hot, and cold when it's cold, just like a child changing his face."

Song Yao was recognized and nodded, but he didn't notice that Jiang Anning beside him was fresh and sweat-free, and didn't look like he was even the slightest bit hot.

"It's so hot, I think it's better to eat something refreshing. I'm afraid I won't even need to take a few bites of the hot food before I'll be covered in sweat and lose my appetite."

Song Yao looked around on the street for a long time, but he didn't see anything that he liked.

“Summer has just begun, and it seems like there haven’t been many drink stalls set up yet.”

Jiang Anning looked around: "Most of the shops that are open usually sell sugar water."

"How about going to West Street to eat Lao An's cold skin?"

She suggested: "It happens that the most famous Yapo Wu Da Niang in the city is also on West Street. When you come back, you can stop by Lao Liu Tou to pick up some embroidery threads."

Song Yao thought it was good.

Just curious: "It's so good, why do you suddenly think of choosing embroidery thread? Is the product from Old Liu Tou good?"

"The embroidery workshop just bought some new embroidery threads in fashionable colors from Yuhang not long ago. I'll bring them to you later to see if they can be useful."

Jiang Anning smiled: "Okay."

She said: "The embroidery thread produced by Old Liu Tou's family is considered relatively good in our Jiang'an County. It is cheap, durable and comes in many colors."

"I used to use their embroidery thread a lot."

Jiang Anning lowered her head shyly: "I didn't have much money before, so I had to shop around for anything I wanted to buy. I wanted to choose something of good quality and a good price."

Song Yao wanted to say that he would no longer have to be so careful about saving money in the future, but suddenly he remembered that every time Jiang Anning sent embroidery, the quality was very high.

Then he changed his mind: "If that's the case, let's go to West Street to eat the cold noodles from Lao An's family. When we come back, I'll also see how the embroidery thread from Lao Liu Tou's family is. If it's good, we might as well cooperate."

West Street is a bit far from Nanshi Street where Chaohuang Embroidery Fang is located. It took the two of them half a cup of tea to arrive.

Compared with the neat South Street, West Street is more chaotic.

There are large shops and small shops, uneven and scattered on both sides of the street, with a few stalls selling food and needles, threads and brains.

But the noise is no worse than South Street.

Lao An's Liangpi is located in an inconspicuous place on the corner of the street. It is a small shop with barely enough space for two adults to stand inside.

If two people go in and out at the same time, it will be inconvenient to even turn around.

The tables and chairs are all set up outside the shop, on the open space facing the street.

What's better about this place is that there is a tall and big fringed tree, which blocks most of the heat that hits people in summer.

Song Yao chose a place closest to the tree and sat down: "Sit inside. Even if the sun rises a little higher later, you won't be afraid of being exposed to the sun."

"Boss, please have two bowls of cold skin."

After she shouted, she suddenly remembered to ask Jiang Anning: "Can you eat spicy food?"

Jiang Anning shook her head: "It's not very edible."

"Don't be spicy!"

Song Yao shouted again, picked up the tea kettle next to him, poured some water into the empty bowl and rinsed it.

"The food on the street is delicious, but with so many people coming and going, it is inevitable that they will bring with them a thick layer of dust..."

She handed the clean chopsticks to Jiang Anning: "I didn't expect that you also like to eat his cold skin."

"His Liangpi is more refreshing. When I catch up with delivering embroidery work into the city, I will come here to eat once or twice."

Jiang Anning's face was not red and she spoke calmly.

In fact, she has never eaten Lao An's cold skin.

It's just that Zhao Hai likes it... and often asks her to buy it and take it back.

At that time, she had just become heavily in debt because she helped Zhao Hai pay back the fifty-tael loan owed to the gambling house. In order to pay off the foreign debt as soon as possible, she was not willing to buy an extra portion to eat.

Later, she married Zhao Hai... and lost the right to freely control the money she earned.

Every copper she might earn would be scrutinized by Zhang and others, for fear that she might have hidden private money.

One time, she was really hungry and bought a vegetable bun. However, because she met an aunt from the same village who came to the market, Zhang made a mistake and punished her severely. She was deprived of dinner for three days.

Thinking of those days when there were no humans and no ghosts, the corners of Jiang Anning's eyes became moist.

so far so good……

In this life, none of this will happen.

She can eat whatever she wants.

When the Liangpi was served, Jiang Anning smiled slightly and moistened her tears as if nothing had happened.

"Looking at it makes you want to eat."

Jiang Anning picked up the chopsticks and stirred a few times, and for the first time she looked forward to the food.

"His Liangpi is different from other people's."

"Other people like to add soy sauce, vinegar and sugar, but theirs only uses garlic, water, vinegar and special sesame sauce."

Song Yao mixed the cold skin: "Their spicy oil is also fragrant, not very spicy. It smells fragrant and tastes delicious."

Jiang Anning felt a little ready to move.

Seeing her expression, Song Yao called to the boss and asked someone to bring some spicy oil: "I, a girl, have never tried your spicy oil, and I want to try something new."

The boss generously scooped a large spoonful and put it in the person's bowl, but Jiang Anning was shocked.

"That's enough, that's enough. I can't eat it too spicy..."

The boss said with a smile: "Don't worry, what I scoop out for you is all from the top, only fragrant but not spicy!"

"You two can eat our chili oil, keep it and eat it once, think about it twice!"

Jiang Anning breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him with a smile.

"Guests, do you want to try the new products in our store?"

The boss asked tentatively.

"New product?" Song Yao became interested.