Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle-Chapter 1189 - 569: Braised Pork

Jiang Weiguo glared at the trio of conmen with a stern expression, exuding a powerful aura, and a burly build. Even as an elderly man, he gave passersby the impression he could take on the three.

Qin Huai was deep in thought, An Youyou had a vacant expression, and Shi Dadan directly gave up thinking and cast a glance at the other two about what to do. Qin Huai threw a "think of a way" look to An Youyou, who returned a "how could I come up with a solution when the script didn’t cover this part" look.

"Who exactly are you three? How did you find us? What’s your purpose? Stop exchanging glances, speak!" Jiang Weiguo shouted sternly.

Qin Huai: ... Seems like exchanging glances isn’t used like that.

Seeing that the fruit basket and milk would be wasted if not spoken, An Youyou steeled herself and, regardless of logic, reason, and whether or not it was in the script, shouted directly, "Because my grandma left behind a diary!"

Jiang Weiguo looked at An Youyou with some suspicion, showing no intention of letting the three in, still standing at the door, asked, "A diary?"

"Yes!" An Youyou briefly considered under what circumstances she would write a diary and said, "My grandma has a diary recording the expenses of raising each kid and how much each would need to give back to recoup her costs."

"It records some past events, and on the last pages, there are only four names: Little Seven, Little Ninth, Grandpa Jiang, and Chen Shun. Back then, my grandma didn’t want to marry my grandpa and left after giving birth to my dad, leaving the diary, saying that my dad could claim her inheritance with it." Later on...

An Youyou recounted the fabricated story to Jiang Weiguo just like Xu Chenggang had told her.

Listening to this, Jiang Weiguo’s frown eased, trusting half of it, turned around, and pushed open the tightly shut door, saying, "It’s windy, come inside."

Only then were Qin Huai and the others granted entry.

"Where is the diary?"

No sooner had the trio sat down in the living room than Jiang Weiguo coldly inquired.

"It’s lost," An Youyou said, quickly adding before Jiang Weiguo could frown again, "But I remember what my grandma wrote about you in it."

Jiang Weiguo asked, "What did she write?"

An Youyou thought for just over ten seconds and said, "One year during New Year’s, you made potato dumplings. They were incredibly delicious, everyone was really happy eating them."

Jiang Weiguo: ...

"When my grandma found you, you had fainted from hunger on the street. My grandma thought you were tall and seemed tough, a good potential fighter. But you didn’t know how to beg, not even how to kowtow when asking for food. After raising you for several months and just eating without begging, my grandma felt like not raising you anymore."

"At that time, my grandma considered you a burden, but later on, you ended up supporting everyone else, while my grandma became the burden."

"Alright, that’s enough." Seeing An Youyou about to speak, Jiang Weiguo directly interrupted her, "You’re the eldest’s granddaughter."

After saying that, Jiang Weiguo loudly called into the inner room, "Lanhua, we have guests."

According to the detective’s investigation, Jiang Weiguo’s wife’s name was Zhao Lanhua, eleven years younger than Jiang Weiguo, and they had five sons together.

If Jiang Weiguo was a sturdy old man, then Zhao Lanhua was a very affluent-looking elderly lady. Smiling brightly, she walked out with teacups from the inner room and poured tea for the trio.

The cups were very standard large rural teacups, with plenty of tea leaves. Upon pouring hot water, steam mixed with the aroma rose up. Having tasted good tea at Yunzhong Restaurant and Zhiwei Restaurant, Qin Huai could tell from the scent that Jiang Weiguo’s tea quality wasn’t bad.

Shi Dadan could discern from Jiang Weiguo’s Valentino that the Jiang family wasn’t economically lacking.

An Youyou couldn’t discern anything; she neither recognized Valentino nor judged tea quality. She didn’t even understand milk tea. She couldn’t distinguish the flavor if given a cup of Jasmine milk green tea.

To An Youyou, it seemed like the former star, supporting the entire begging team, was indeed not wealthy in his later years because of too many sons.

His clothes looked puffy and grey, living in a rural house. The house was large but had little furniture, living worse than Lin Qi and Xu Chenggang.

Those two at least had mahjong tables in their nursing homes.

After finishing pouring the tea, Zhao Lanhua smiled at the trio and returned to the inner room to continue listening to Huangmei opera. Since the door wasn’t closed tightly, the opera music from the radio drifted out, revealing the radio’s poor sound quality.

"You’re the eldest’s granddaughter, your name is..."

"An Youyou," An Youyou hurriedly replied.

"Then you two?" Jiang Weiguo looked at Qin Huai and Shi Dadan.

Qin Huai quickly replied, "I’m Qin Huai, and he’s Shi Dadan. We’re both friends of Youyou, coming along with her."

Jiang Weiguo’s tone finally softened, showing a bit of friendliness to Qin Huai and Shi Dadan, turning to An Youyou, "What brings you to me?"

An Youyou followed the script this time, "Nothing much, just wanted to see you. Grandpa Lin and Grandpa Xu wanted to know about your situation too; they are doing well in the nursing home now."

"The nursing home environment is quite good."

Jiang Weiguo didn’t understand why An Youyou emphasized the nursing home, but hearing her say this made his demeanor soften, and his tone became much warmer, "How have the two of them been doing?"

An Youyou quickly went through the routine, conveying Lin Qi and Xu Chenggang’s situation to Jiang Weiguo, even mentioning how Xu Chenggang inherited Chen Shun’s estate.