"Mom, do you remember Jiang Taoshi?"
"Jiang Taoshi? Who's that? Do I know them?" Yang Qingfang looked puzzled at these words.
"It was when I was in middle school. One summer, a classmate came to our home to pick fruit, and at noon, you cooked chicken for us. The chicken wasn't completely dead, and it splattered blood all over one of the classmates..."
"You're talking about Taozi, right?"
Yang Qingfang suddenly realized, and even Han Changfa, listening on the side, remembered.
"You're talking about that little girl from Jiang Hongtu's family?" Han Changfa said.
"You also know her dad?" This time, Han Qiaoqi was somewhat surprised.
"Once at a parent-teacher meeting, I met her dad. We sat together and chatted quite congenially, but later there was no further contact." Han Changfa replied.
Han Qiaoqi suddenly understood.
