Chapter 280: The Two of You Are Not Suitable

"I think you are truly quite ill today!"

Jiang Sinian frowned and scolded.

Regarding Jiang Yue, from childhood to adulthood, he had always protected her, a feeling similar to a bird shielding its chicks.

It was almost subconscious.

Although he and Jiang Siyu were twins, Jiang Yue had lived with them since they were small; even though she was the younger sister, she was more mature than both him and Jiang Siyu, always caring for the two of them like a little adult.

He did not allow others to disparage Jiang Yue without cause, just as he did not allow anyone to disparage Si Yu in front of him.

Bai Mo was stunned for a moment.

How could Jiang Sinian speak to her in such a tone?

He had never used this tone to speak to her before.

"Are you snapping at me because of Jiang Yue?"

Bai Mo felt the coolness on her cheeks and only then realized that she was actually crying.

Aside from her family background, no one had ever made her feel such great grievance.

She ran away crying.

Leaving only Jiang Sinian standing where he was, fiercely punching the wall with his fist.

He suddenly discovered that Bai Mo seemed to have changed, or perhaps he had changed as well.

Jiang Yue likes him? How could that be possible?

They grew up together; they are not siblings, but they are closer than siblings.

Jiang Sinian knew that he should chase after Bai Mo now to coax her.

This was the way the two of them had interacted from the beginning; he was silver-tongued and skilled at this, and Bai Mo loved to be temperamental and enjoyed him coaxing her.

But today, Jiang Sinian returned home as if possessed.

It had probably been a long time since he had spent much time at home on the weekends.

He was either accompanying Bai Mo to go grab dolls or strolling along Zhangshu Street to watch a movie.

He had almost forgotten what kind of fragrance this sweet osmanthus tree in the courtyard would release in the autumn days.

And amidst this fragrance, he saw Jiang Yue bending over, picking up the osmanthus flowers that had fallen to the ground one by one.

In truth, he rarely observed Jiang Yue—not rarely, but almost never. The little girl in his memory who was always pursing her lips and smiling had now grown into the appearance of a gentle and poised young woman with long hair draped over her shoulders, possessing a beauty that felt peaceful and serene.

"What are you picking osmanthus flowers for?" Jiang Sinian asked, standing in front of her.

Jiang Yue raised her eyes and swept a faint glance at him, the kind without any emotion, "Auntie is teaching us how to make sachets."

Only then did Jiang Sinian discover that Juzi was also squatting on the ground picking up sweet osmanthus.

A conjecture suddenly arose in his heart: could it be that everything Bai Mo said was true?

Does Jiang Yue really like him? Is she making a sachet to give to him?

For some reason, Jiang Sinian suddenly felt a bit unnatural.

He walked into the living room with a slightly awkward, stumbling gait.

Osmanthus flowers were a flower that Si Rong liked very much, and this sweet osmanthus tree was planted ten years ago on her birthday.

She had personally buried it in the courtyard with Jiang Cheng.

Every time the osmanthus flowers were in full bloom, she would sort out some of the flowers to make dried flower sachets, which could be placed in wardrobes or used to make osmanthus fermented rice steamed buns.

Jiang Sinian ate the osmanthus fermented rice steamed buns, but by the second meal, he still hadn't received a sachet from Jiang Yue.

On the contrary, there was an extra pink little rabbit on the back of Jiang Siyu's schoolbag.

"This was given to me by Yueyue, isn't it pretty? Isn't it fragrant?" Jiang Siyu boasted wantonly in front of him.

Jiang Sinian did not speak.

A few days passed, and Jiang Yue had also hung a sachet on her own schoolbag, the same style as Jiang Siyu's.

He suspected that Bai Mo was talking nonsense.

The person Jiang Yue likes doesn't seem to be him, but rather Jiang Siyu.

He didn't know when it started, or perhaps it had always been this way and he was only just noticing it now, but Jiang Yue rarely sought him out or spoke to him.

After coming to the house and greeting the elders, she would generally just stay at home with Jiang Siyu.

When she saw him, she would only nod slightly, or call him "brother" just like Jiang Siyu.

No, it should be said like the Jiang Siyu of their childhood; the current Jiang Siyu only calls him by his full name, which is completely improper.

In short, influenced by that remark from Bai Mo, Jiang Yue seemed different from the little girl with braided pigtails in his memory.

She did not show any sign of liking him at all.

This made Jiang Sinian heave a sigh of relief.

And ever since that day, Bai Mo had not paid any attention to him, as if she had made up her mind to stay angry for a long time.

Jiang Sinian had also felt soft-hearted and wanted to coax her, but Bai Mo would turn her head and walk away whenever she saw him.

After two or three times, he also felt stifled with anger.

Jiang Sinian recalled a mutter from Jiang Siyu after he had learned that he and Bai Mo were together.

The two of you are not suitable.

Are they really not suitable? Jiang Sinian suddenly felt lost.

"Our son seems a bit off these past two days." In the evening, when Jiang Cheng was taking a walk with Si Rong, he said this, "Could it be that he just started dating and already got dumped?"

"He and Bai Mo are not suitable."

Si Rong only said this faintly, but the child is still young, and he will always have to experience more people to know what is suitable for himself.

"I'll make some steamed dishes tonight; Yueyue loves them. Let's have Fang Ting and her whole family come over!"

"Are you eyeing Yueyue to be your daughter-in-law?" Jiang Cheng had not forgotten that back when Yueyue was still a little girl, his wife would call her daughter-in-law at every opportunity.

"What use is it if I'm eyeing her?" Si Rong shot him a reproachful look. "In the end, it's your son who's looking for a wife, and given his character, I even feel he's not good enough for Yueyue!"

Si Rong learned how to make steamed dishes back when she was on Haidao.

It was after Hu Qian failed three times in a row trying to make steamed garland chrysanthemum.

Fang Ting taught her hand-in-hand.

Nowadays, it can be considered one of Si Rong's signature dishes.

Xiao Yu made some home-style dishes and placed the steamed dish Si Rong had made herself right in the center of the table.

"It turned out very successfully today!" Fang Ting praised as she looked at the appearance of the steamed dish.

Si Rong laughed, "A strict teacher produces talented students! You taught me hand-in-hand twice back then!"

Bringing this up, Fang Ting laughed along, "You are the clumsiest person at cooking I have ever met—no, wait, there's also your mother-in-law; teaching you to cook was more exhausting than cooking it myself!"

Dancing as nimble as the wind, cooking as dull as wood.

This was the saying she had made up to describe Si Rong.

"Now that you're about to become a mother-in-law, you've finally learned how to cook."

"Yes! About to become a mother-in-law."

Neither of them mentioned those jokes from the past again, ever since the time they went shopping and saw Jiang Sinian together with Bai Mo.

The children are grown and will have their own feelings and choices.

It wasn't that Fang Ting couldn't see her daughter's thoughts; she had also come from that age.

Although she didn't want her daughter to waste her youth the way she had back then, she was powerless to do anything about it.

Perhaps youth is meant to be bitter; she only hoped her daughter could be a bit more clear-headed than she was.

"Dacheng didn't come?" Si Rong asked. "Is it because he doesn't want to eat the food I made?"

Back on Haidao, she once had a sudden whim to make a mushroom feast for the whole family.

She even invited Fang Ting's family, and as a result, everyone got poisoned.

It was Si Rong who first realized something was wrong, because while she was eating, she suddenly saw a group of eggs walk out of the kitchen, then turn into chicks and jump into the plates.

Fang Ting waved her hand, "He has something to do today; it's definitely not because he's afraid of food poisoning."