An Zixi thought for a while and realized that he was indeed a person who didn't care about anything, so he said, "My notice hasn't arrived yet, has it?"

"Not yet! I still don't know if I can pass the exam!"

"Don't say such depressing words, I will definitely pass the exam."

Qi Shenglin grinned where An Zixi couldn't see him, and then said seriously: "I want to eat soy milk and fried dough sticks tomorrow, you go out and buy them! And, I'm tired, I will test your soup song tomorrow."

An Zixi didn't care, she was already behind it anyway.

The master and the disciple took a rest respectively, and soon the sound of Qi Shenglin's snoring came from the east room.

An Zixi couldn't sleep, and she wasn't sleepy, but all she could think about was the letter.

Is it possible that Zhao Guofu used this letter to forge his identity?

It's impossible for him not to know that An Meiyun is dead. If a person dies, what's the use of keeping this letter?

According to the information in the letter, it is very likely that An Meiyun's biological parents have become high-ranking figures at this time, so does Zhao Guofu want to use this letter to help others forge their identities?

Maybe that's why he didn't allow himself to go to college?

Not sure!

In this era, DNA testing is already possible. An Meiyun’s parents are from Kochi, so they must know about it!

Anyway, she couldn't figure it out, so she just didn't think about it.

At most, she would receive the notice in half a month. When she arrived in the capital, she would have many opportunities to reveal Zhao Guofu's true face.

An Zixi fell asleep in a daze, and got up early the next day to buy soy milk.

Soy milk, fried dough sticks, and her favorite fried cakes, coupled with the store's own pickles, the taste is simply out of this world.

While queuing, I ran into the woman who scolded her daughter yesterday. She happened to be queuing behind An Zixi and looked listless as if she hadn't woken up.

An Zixi bought something and left. When she carefully carried the basin and left the team, the woman suddenly shouted to her: "The wine here tastes good??"

An Zixi glanced at her and said nothing. The people behind her were a little impatient and urged her, "Do you want to buy it or not? If not, get out of the way."

The woman smiled disdainfully and said, "Buy it. It won't be your turn until I finish buying."

An Zixi set up the table in the courtyard, took a plate and poured out the fried dough sticks and fried cakes, put the oil paper aside, and then went to find two bowls to pour out the soy milk.

After Old Man Qi finished washing, he came out and sat down directly in front of the table. He picked up the bowl and took a big sip, "Well, it tastes good!"

An Zixi held fried cakes and asked him, "Do you think soy juice or soy milk tastes better?"

"Of course the soy milk is delicious."

"Huh? Don't you need to protect the dignity of the people in the capital?" To be honest, many natives in the capital can't accept the taste of bean juice, but it's their business if they can't accept it, and it's not okay for others to say it!

Mr. Qi snorted, "What dignity, I really can't swallow it! I'm also curious, why do they like to drink it so much!? And they still want to drink it every now and then."

"Our country is too big, and the food culture differences between the north and the south are also too big! Just like we don't understand the pickled puffins eaten by the Inuit..."

"What kind of person, what kind of sparrow?"

An Zixi almost laughed and did the splits, "It's okay, let's eat!" He couldn't help laughing.

The two of them had a breakfast accompanied by strange conversations. After the meal, Qi Shenglin School tested An Zixi on her homework. Fortunately, An Zixi has a really good brain and can remember things quickly and accurately. Although she did not read during this period,

But still passed the test with full marks.
Chapter completed!