Dressed as cannon fodder, fake daughter, she worked hard

six days later.

When Jiang Xian came back, he threw a slightly thick envelope on the table, leaned on the chair and hugged his hands: "Someone is checking our background."

Jiang Sheng raised his eyes: "Huh?"

"Who?"

Jiang Xian gently closed his eyes: "The Liu family."

Jiang Sheng's hand pounding the medicine paused, and repeated: "The Liu family?"

What is Liu Jiacha doing? They should know that she and her sister were wronged...

She thought of some details uncontrollably, and after a moment of silence, she asked again: "What... are they suspecting?"

The corner of Jiang Xian's lips curled up, but he wasn't smiling, and his tone was unclear: "What do you suspect?"

"Do you know that Liu Yu'an was supposed to have a younger sister?"

"Oh, I know, I knew it on the first day here."

Jiang Xian nodded: "Maybe I'm suspicious, you are that 'sister'."

Jiang Sheng only felt silence in his ears for a moment.

Then blinked: "I suspect that I am..."

She felt a little absurd: "Why do you doubt this, because I and Mrs. Liu look alike?"

Jiang Xian frowned: "Maybe."

"Well, outrageous."

Jiang Sheng muttered something casually and left it behind.

The medicinal pestle was beaten up and down in the stone mortar, and the muffled sound when it collided was mixed with the slightly crisp sound of the broken medicinal materials.

Jiang Sheng concentrated on pounding until the flaky medicinal materials were gradually ground into fine pieces, and then she was ready to get the cut oil paper.

When he got up, he glanced at Jiang Xian's position.

It was only then that she realized that the elder sister next to her hadn't spoken for a long time, but just stared at her motionlessly.

Jiang Sheng frowned.

She didn't speak, and walked to the side of the partition.

A stack of greased paper two palms wide was neatly stacked on top of it.

When he came back after counting eight, Jiang Xian had already withdrawn his eyes, only lowered his head slightly, and covered his long eyelashes lightly.

Jiang Xian's appearance is too sharp, even if she bows her head and does not move, no one will think that she is in a daze, but will only be sure that she is thinking.

Jiang Sheng whispered again: "What are you thinking about?"

Without waiting for Jiang Xian's answer, she sat back on her seat, spread the oil paper one by one, and was about to smash the medicine in the mortar to the top, when she suddenly turned her head.

She stopped what she was doing, and turned her head mechanically and slowly: "You, no, are also suspicious, right?"

"elder sister?"

"no?"

Jiang Xian still didn't speak.

Jiang Sheng put down the things in his hand, dragged the chair over and sat down again: "Hey sister, what are you thinking, is it just because I look a little like Mrs. Liu?"

Assuming that without the intervention of her grandfather, she and her sister's backgrounds were exchanged, then her adoptive parents at that time should be her biological parents.

So her biological parents should have passed away very early.

When she came to Daxiao again, she went to Linyi to see the tombstones of those two.

It took Jiang Xian a long time to say, "I'm also checking."

Jiang Sheng's thinking was a little sluggish: "Huh?"

"Well...then check it out, shall we?"

I heard Jiang Xian ask again: "If it is true, what are you going to do?"

"..."

Jiang Sheng still couldn't keep up: "...Is this how we do it?"

She didn't have the role of "mother" in her childhood, so she didn't have any concept or longing for "mother".

She felt very satisfied to meet her grandfather and sister.

"No, why do you doubt this." She didn't understand, "I mean if you talk about it regardless of appearance."

Jiang Xian asked without answering: "If it is true, do you want to recognize them?"

Jiang Sheng tried his best to think calmly, and finally said helplessly, "I don't know."

In fact, the word "mother" is just a very common address for her, no different from "uncle", "aunt" and "aunt".

So when she first came to Daxiao to see Mrs. Hou, the word "mother" almost blurted out, saying that she didn't have any grievances.

It's just a title, it doesn't mean anything, it's easy to call anyone that way.

But the matter of "acknowledging relatives" is not just a matter of appellation.

But Jiang Sheng decided not to worry about things that haven't happened yet.

She replied: "Let's check it first, and then tell if it's true."

"If it's an oolong, wouldn't it be a waste of thinking."

"..."

(End of this chapter)