Chapter 1922: Not Even Bothering to Choose Words When Insulting Anymore

He used several “again” in a row, making Nan Jiaojiao feel insulted.

“Master is getting older and can’t chew well, one box will do. Aunt Zhan already said, to give two boxes, there’s one specifically chosen for me to enjoy. I’ll eat as I please, and if it spoils from sitting too long, it would be a pity.”

Bo Yanching lowered his head, glanced at her with a smile, “What pastry under your watch has a chance to spoil?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s expression faltered, her eyes twitched as she pretended to angrily glare at him, “So now you don’t even choose your words when insulting people? You really hurt me!”

“Really, I didn’t choose?”

Bo Yanching replied very dismissively, opened the passenger door to let her in, and then put the pastries in the back of the car, far away from her, leaving her no chance to sneak any.

Having informed Elder Jiang in advance, the back door of Mist Garden was half-open, left ajar for them. As the car’s headlights shone on the door, it was pulled open from inside.

Aunt Mou was holding a lantern, glanced outside, and then smiled, widening the door to let the car in.

“Aunt Mou, you’re still up?”

The car stopped, and Nan Jiaojiao got out.

Worried she might catch a cold, Aunt Mou had prepared a coat, but seeing Nan Jiaojiao draped in a man’s suit jacket, she didn’t bring it up again. Her kindly face smiled gently in the orange lantern light, with the fine lines at her eyes and brow exuding warmth and amiability.

“I knew you were coming, so I waited up, and besides, no one at home sleeps that early.”

Nan Jiaojiao felt a bit guilty, “You’ve even kept the door open for us, it’s a lot of trouble. It’s quite a distance, get in the car, and we’ll go back together.”

“No worries, I was just taking a walk. I didn’t come just to greet you, I came to see the flowers in the back garden. I just moved a few pots of orchids out of the greenhouse today, and I’ve been anxious to check on them.”

“Is anyone with you?”

Aunt Mou pointed around; there were still servants around, and the gardener was still pruning the flower branches. “Aren’t there all people here? I’ll head back with some young girls later. You should go in; Elder Jiang hasn’t even touched his late-night snack, he’s been waiting for you.”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t insist, chatted a bit more, and then got back into the car.

Aunt Mou bent down to look inside, just as Bo Yanching turned his gaze over. They both nodded at each other, exchanging pleasantries, and then Aunt Mou stepped aside, instinctively raising the lantern to illuminate the car’s departure.

She always wanted to light up the way a bit more.

The car pulled into the garage, but they still had a bit to walk.

The garage was designed with its own path. In Elder Jiang’s courtyard, if it wasn’t flowers, it was medicinal herbs growing. She wasn’t keen on letting her treasures get polluted by car exhaust. No matter who it was, no one had the privilege of driving right up to the doorstep.

From a distance, Nan Jiaojiao spotted Elder Jiang squatting there, holding a smoking pipe in one hand and a small spade in the other, casually turning some soil before handing the spade to two servants squatting nearby. She straightened up, supporting her back, and softly instructed.

Upon hearing footsteps, she didn’t turn her head, “Bring me an ashtray.”

Though she hadn’t named anyone, Nan Jiaojiao knew she was talking to her, promptly fetching an ashtray and placing it within Jiang Yu’s arm’s reach for resting the ash.

“Master, you’re not asleep yet?”

“The debt collectors are coming back, how dare I sleep, in case someone sneaks into my Medicine Garden to pluck herbs.”

Jiang Yu took a puff of smoke, glancing sideways as his gaze landed on the scar on Nan Jiaojiao’s forehead.