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Chapter 497: The Truth Is Right Before Our Eyes

Li Wanyin liked Jiang Qianhui very much. Ever since their first meeting, when she helped Jiang Qianhui deal with the old lady who was trying to scam her, she had developed a strong liking for her.

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

Perhaps in their past lives, they were mother and daughter.

Perhaps it was to make up for her lack of a daughter that God sent Sui Sui to her side.

Gu Xunjing, who was standing to the side, was stunned. His mother actually said that it didn't matter if Sui Sui didn't like him, as long as he could be her daughter.

This is too much of a punishment! He only made her angry, there's no need to punish him like this!

Gu Xunjing quickly stepped forward and coaxed him gently.

"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 out. How can you say it's okay if Sui Sui doesn't like me? I'm your own son!"

Suddenly, Li Wanyin smiled brightly.

"I'm not too sure about that. Anyway, you, me, and your dad don't look alike at all. It's possible that we were switched at birth. Maybe we can get a DNA test done together sometime."

Gu Xunjing: "..."

Gu Xunjing felt like the sky had fallen and the earth had collapsed. He said pitifully, "Mom, I'm sorry, I was really wrong."

Jiang Qianhui chuckled to herself, but her gaze sharpened as she looked at the plate of braised pig's trotters.

When she was pregnant, her mother often made braised beef for her. They ate braised beef almost every day, saying it was to supplement protein. However, since she gave birth, this dish has never appeared on her family's table again.

At this moment, Jiang Qianhui asked Aunt Li anxiously.

"Aunt Li, you said pregnant women can't eat cinnamon. What happens if a pregnant woman eats braised meat with cinnamon?"

"Eating a small amount can cause internal heat, but you can't eat a lot. Eating a lot can lead to miscarriage. Sui Sui, why are you suddenly asking about this? Did you often eat braised offal before?"

"No, not often. I was just wondering if my mom knew that pregnant women can't eat this."

"Your mother has also given birth and pays close attention to your diet, so she shouldn't have overlooked it. Also, most families use cinnamon. The ready-made braising packets usually contain cinnamon as well. They use very little cassia bark, so it shouldn't be a problem."

"Oh, so that's it."

Jiang Qianhui responded, but seemed to be deep in thought.

"Sui Sui, let's eat. This guy disturbed us, and the food got cold. I'll go heat it up for you."

"Aunt Li, it's alright."

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

Li Wanyin went to get busy, and soon the dishes were served again. She then invited Jiang Qianhui to eat.

Li Wanyin smiled broadly; she felt happy just watching Sui Sui eat what she cooked.

"Sui Sui, your hair is so beautiful. When I was young, my hair was just like yours, long and black."

Li Wanyin spoke with a look of rapture, and Gu Xunjing shamelessly leaned in and said, "Oh, Mom, so you like Sui Sui because you like her long, black hair? I see. I'll go wear a long, black wig sometime. Can you pay more attention to me?"

Gu Xunjing grinned, while Li Wanyin retorted coldly.

“I won’t pay attention to you even if you wear a long, black wig. I’ll just lock you up so you don’t run out and become a laughingstock.”

Gu Xunjing: "..."

After a long pause, Gu Xunjing said, sounding hurt, "Mom, how can you have so little sense of humor?"

Jiang Qianhui smiled, but there was a hidden pain in her smile that was not easily noticed.

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Jiang family

When Jiang Qianhui returned home, she rummaged through the kitchen and finally found the box containing the spices.

The room was filled with spices. As Jiang Qianhui was examining it, someone suddenly came in. She looked up and saw that it was Wu Ma, the family's housekeeper.

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

Jiang Qianhui said, "I want to cook a dish today, let's see what spices we have at home."

"What would you like to eat, Miss? Aunt Wu will make it for you. Why are you doing it yourself?"

"Aunt Wu, I just looked around. I don't think there's any cinnamon in this spice box, right? This is cassia bark."

Aunt Wu said, "That's right, there's only cinnamon bark in there, no cassia bark. Miss, what would you like to cook?"

Jiang Qianhui breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this; she had been overthinking things.

She's really too neurotic. How could she have such an absurd idea?

"Aunt Wu, I suddenly remembered I have some things to take care of at the company, I have to go now."

Jiang Qianhui put the spice box away. Just as she was about to leave, Wu Ma said, "I just remembered. A while ago, I found a big bag of cinnamon in the corner of the cupboard at home. It looked quite good, but when Madam saw it, she suddenly got angry and told me to throw it away immediately. What a pity. If I had known that Miss wanted it, I wouldn't have thrown it away."

Wu Ma's words struck Jiang Qianhui like a thunderbolt.

She looked at Wu Ma and said, "That bag of cinnamon probably went bad because it had been bought too long, which is why my mother made you throw it away."

"But it looked perfectly fine, and it was placed very carefully. It was wrapped in layers and placed in the corner of the cabinet. I thought it was something else, but when I opened it, it turned out to be a packet of cinnamon. It looked quite nice, it would be a real shame to throw it away."

As Jiang Qianhui listened, her fingertips trembled slightly, but she tried her best to control herself.

"Aunt Wu, I want to eat braised beef. I loved your braised beef when I was pregnant, and I haven't had it in a long time. I miss it."

“Miss, I didn’t make that. When you were pregnant, the braised beef you ate every day was made by Madam herself. Once I wanted to help, but Madam wouldn’t let me. Madam really dotes on you, Miss.”

Wu Ma's words pierced Jiang Qianhui's heart like a knife.

Every day, the braised beef was made by her mother herself. It was just a packet of cinnamon, but she hid it so carefully.

It's in great condition, but you're throwing it away.

She hasn't made braised beef since her miscarriage.

All of this made Jiang Qianhui suddenly realize something terrifying.

The excruciating pain spread throughout her body, and she felt dizzy.

Jiang Qianhui stumbled, and Wu Ma quickly stepped forward to support her, anxiously asking, "Miss, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Jiang Qianhui composed herself and asked, "Aunt Wu, where is my mother?"

"Madam has gone to the temple."

"What is my mom doing at the temple?"

"The young lady's child died shortly after birth. The madam has set up a memorial tablet at the temple to pray for the child's soul."