After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter-Chapter 85 - If it doesnt concern me Ill stay out of
Chapter 85: Chapter 85: If it doesn’t concern me, I’ll stay out of it
Chapter 85: Chapter 85: If it doesn’t concern me, I’ll stay out of it
Watching their receding figures, Aunt Zhou felt a long-lost sense of tranquility, but in a fleeting glance, she saw the swollen marks on Jiang Xunzhong’s face from Fang Qin’s blow, and anger suddenly blazed within her chest.
Fang Qin’s actions were becoming more and more outrageous, even daring to lay hands on her own husband.
In a daze, Aunt Zhou was startled to realize that she too often raised her hand against Jiang Xunzhong on normal days.
Once this thought surfaced, looking at Fang Qin’s behavior, she felt a ridiculous sense of “the student surpassing the master.”
Unwilling to entangle herself further in these complicated thoughts, Aunt Zhou decided to let it go for now and took the opportunity of this moment of peace to rest with her eyes closed.
However, just as she closed her eyes, Jiang Youfu staggered toward her, clutching tightly at the hem of her clothes, and he repeated in a murmur, “Fang Qin… idiot…”
This monotonous and repetitive child’s prattle made Aunt Zhou even more irritable, but thinking of the child’s innocence, she still restrained her displeasure and responded as gently as possible, “Mom knows, she hasn’t found you a gentle mother, but mom really isn’t feeling well today. Go play outside for a while and let Mom rest for a bit…”
In her words, a hint of imperceptible helplessness and fatigue was mixed.
Jiang Youfu, although his mental state seemed stuck at a naive stage, the purity in his depths instinctively made him sense that the person before him, despite the unfriendly expression, meant no harm.
Thus, he became even more urgent, his speech unclear as he started to mutter, “Fang Qin… idiot…” each word as if filled with some kind of magic he believed could, through simple repetition, summon abundant food and warm soup.
However, among those present, except for Su Yu, no one could understand the deep meaning in his words, including Fang Qin, who was mentioned and looked just as puzzled and clueless.
Aunt Zhou, faced with Jiang Youfu’s incessant chatter, appeared quite helpless.
She tried to explain to him in simple and straightforward language why such nonsensical babbling would not bring food, but evidently, the bridge of communication failed to be built between them.
Aunt Zhou also tried waving him away, but Jiang Youfu was rooted to the spot, unmoving.
This helpless predicament gave Aunt Zhou a splitting headache, as if the taut string in her brain were about to snap, ultimately forcing her to resort to a strategy of avoidance. She pulled up the quilt, covered her head, and ignored the noise from the outside world, resolute in her decision to remain unmoved by Jiang Youfu’s antics.
Much in contrast to this, the world of Su Yu and Jiang Ziling seemed like a peaceful haven, calm and harmonious.
Jiang Ziling was intently processing the fabric in his hands, each piece carefully cut into uniform small squares, then cautiously spread with the paste Su Yu had cooked, stacked in pairs, ready to be made into rags.
Su Yu, on the side under Jiang Ziling’s guidance, meticulously spread these fabric pieces on the clothesline in the courtyard, bathing in the sunlight, quietly waiting for the time to dry them.
When Jiang Ziling paused, Su Yu couldn’t help but ask about the next steps, her tone filled with a desire to learn.
“We still have to wait for the rags to dry completely; they should be ready by tomorrow.”
Jiang Ziling’s response was filled with patience, well aware that these complex handcrafts were not easy for beginners to understand.
Su Yu nodded slightly, acknowledging her nearly blank slate of knowledge in this area.
Although she had lived secluded in the mountains with her master in the past, avoiding the hustle and bustle of the mundane world and enjoying nature’s gifts, this did not mean they were detached from life. Rather, her daily needs were all handled by her master, and she never had to lift a finger herself.
At this moment, she was mixing flour and water in just the right proportion, placing it in a warm spot to ferment, planning to steam a batch of soft steamed buns for dinner.
At the same time, she thought, since she had received Sister-in-law He’s generous gift, she naturally needed to reciprocate by sharing some freshly baked steamed buns. It was a simple rural courtesy, as well as a reflection of neighborly love.
She had originally planned to make some sticky rice bean buns for emergencies, but considering Xixi had been unwell recently, and was not suited to eat food that was difficult to digest, she had to set this idea aside for now.
Su Yu noticed that Xixi showed no interest in the porridges prepared for breakfast and lunch, not touching them at all, which made her quite worried.
Recalling how her master had praised the deliciousness of her steamed buns, she hoped this homely treat might spark a bit of appetite in Xixi, bringing her some comfort.
As Su Yu busied herself in the kitchen, the steam from the steamer slowly rose, signaling a warm dinner, but unusual noises suddenly came from outside the courtyard.
Jiang Xunzhong led Fourth Lady into the courtyard. Each step taken by Fourth Lady, her cane striking the ground, was accompanied by a crisp yet piercing sound. The strange noise cut through the air, drawing Su Yu’s attention towards the gate.
What caught her eye was the old woman standing beside Jiang Xunzhong, her hair silver and her face deeply lined.
The presence of the old woman gave Su Yu an indescribable sense of strangeness.
Her snow-white hair and deeply lined face silently spoke of time’s harsh passage, yet her steady steps and clear and poised speech made one wonder if this really was a state attainable by someone in her twilight years.
From snippets of conversation between Jiang Xunzhong and the old woman, Su Yu suddenly realized that this seemingly remarkable elder had come to perform an exorcism for Aunt Zhou.
Su Yu’s emotions were complex for a moment.
The term “exorcism” made her recall what Aunt Zhou had mentioned last night about an “evil spirit,” and she inwardly scoffed.
In her view, if one was truly ill, seeking medical skills was the proper way; believing in these vague and mysterious things would only lead to one’s own downfall, losing both money and health.
Adhering to the principle of “it’s none of my business, hang it high,” Su Yu was about to turn back to join Jiang Ziling and share the subtle irony, when suddenly, behind her, Fourth Lady’s words exploded like thunder, filled with shock and disbelief, “Otherworld spirits, how could they appear here?”
This sudden interrogation filled the air with an unusual aura, as everything seemed to be moving towards an even more baffling direction.
Su Yu’s heart suddenly tightened, her steps involuntarily halted, her body slightly turned, and her gaze pierced through the gaps in the crowd, locking onto the old woman’s profound eyes.
Those eyes seemed capable of piercing through all deceptions and barriers of the world, gazing directly into the depths of one’s soul, sending a chill through her heart.
Since arriving in this otherworld, those invisible yet powerful forces had been like shadows, filling Su Yu with both reverence and curiosity.
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This seemingly ordinary old woman might indeed hold some secrets unknown to others; otherwise, how could she have made such a statement, directly pointing out her identity as an Otherworld spirit?
In an instant, Su Yu’s thoughts raced like lightning, countless possibilities flashing through her mind—what if she was mistaken for some kind of ominous entity?
