"I know, grandma, I'm not a child, I have a sense of propriety. Unless they are as excessive as Uncle Huangcun and others."
Yang Zimei nodded and said, "As for me, I will never embarrass grandma. I will let the Zeng family and even the people in the capital know that grandma, you have raised a good granddaughter, so that they will be envious, jealous and hateful of you."
"Haha, it's true, grandma doesn't want these false reputations, as long as you don't feel wronged. People from aristocratic families in the capital may look glamorous on the surface, but in fact, they are also corrupt and complicated. They are more complicated than ordinary families, and they fight openly and secretly.
"
Grandma looked at her a little worriedly and said, "Niuniu, you are so simple. Grandma is really afraid that you will be plotted by them."
"hehe."
Yang Zimei smiled.
In grandma's mind, no matter how strong she is, she is still a child who will not grow up and is naive.
But, is she innocent?
Who knew that beneath her childish face, two lifetimes of vicissitudes were concealed.
Of course, even though she has lived through two lives, her heart is not much complicated.
"Grandma, you don't have to worry too much about me. You know, I'm a very powerful fortune teller. Hehe, you also know that most people don't dare to provoke a fortune teller."
Yang Zimei said deliberately and cunningly.
"Little one, please don't use your physiognomy to deal with your family members. No matter how bad your family members are, they will cut the flesh without removing the skin."
Grandma said anxiously.
"Okay, okay, I'm not so stingy as to take action against my own family."
In order to reassure grandma, Yang Zimei said quickly.
"That's almost it."
Grandma stopped and thought for a moment, "Grandma used to like Rong He Zhai's Peach Blossom Cake the most. I don't know if it is still available now. If possible, Niuniu, please bring some back for me."
"Rong Hezhai's peach blossom cake? Okay, I wrote it down. Seeing how much you miss it, I want to eat it too. When I go to the capital, the first thing I will do is to find Rong Hezhai's peach blossom cake for you, and then
I’ll send it back by express delivery so you can taste it as soon as possible.”
Yang Zimei nodded and said.
Grandma told her the address of Rong Hezhai, and then looked at her slightly lost in thought.
Yang Zimei didn't understand why grandma looked at her like this and touched her face, "Grandma, is there something dirty on my face?"
"no……"
Grandma came back to her senses and said, "If someone in Ronghezhai recognizes you as my granddaughter, you must not tell him that I am here. Just say that he recognized the wrong person."
"Well?"
Yang Zimei asked doubtfully, "Grandma has an acquaintance in Ronghezhai?"
"Maybe."
Grandma answered ambiguously, as if she wanted to hide something, and lowered her head to fill the porridge.
Yang Zimei looked at grandma suspiciously.
She always felt that grandma's expression and tone were very different when she was talking about Daorong Hezhai's peach blossom cakes.
Are there any of her former good friends in Rong He Zhai?
That's why she never forgets that peach blossom cake?
It stands to reason that the peach blossom cakes made by Lin Qingmei and Sadako are already excellent. She has taken many of them home, and there should be no one else who can make them more delicious.
However, in her impression, every time she brought the peach blossom cake back, grandma would not take a bite.
She would like to try other pastries.
She always thought that grandma didn't like the taste of peach blossom cake.
It turns out that she doesn't eat peach blossom cakes made by others because she wants to retain the taste memory of Rong Hezhai's peach blossom cakes?
Who is making peach blossom cakes in Ronghezhai?
Yang Zimei aroused strong curiosity.
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