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As soon as he finished speaking, Elder Ying felt invigorated, and Liu Qingxi was equally thrilled. Engaging with such a prominent figure in architecture not only enriched her knowledge but also challenged her traditional views.
"Master, you’ve worked hard!"
Elder Ying waved his hand, "Not at all. After so many years, I've never enjoyed myself this much."
Aside from a few older colleagues like Old Li, who gradually reduced their interactions, none of the younger generation met his expectations. The girls felt they weren't suited for this field, and the boys lacked talent.
He had invested considerable effort in his sons, but the results were less than ideal. Over time, he stopped putting in that much effort.
Finding a talented and eager-to-learn disciple like Liu Qingxi was truly satisfying.
Despite his age, he felt no fatigue; instead, he felt energized.
"Alright, I've shared quite a bit today. Time is limited, so take your time to digest it all. We'll continue tomorrow." Even with his enthusiasm, he felt parched after speaking so much.
"Master, please wait here while I prepare some dishes for you."
Liu Qingxi then signaled for a maid to lead her to the kitchen. Inside, various seasonal vegetables were plentiful, and several cooks were busy wielding their spatulas.
" Miss Liu, what brings you here?" One of the cooks asked. She was a favored disciple of Old Master, and even the masters showed her respect; how could they, as servants, do otherwise?
"Hello everyone, I’d like to prepare a few dishes for my master as a token of my appreciation. I hope it’s not too much trouble."
One of the thinner cooks stepped aside, " Miss Liu, you can use this stove; we’ll handle the meals for the masters."
Thus, Liu Qingxi got busy in the kitchen. With the Mid-Autumn Festival just passed, although the weather was slightly cooler, it still carried remnants of summer heat. After talking so much, she was bound to feel parched.
This was the perfect time for refreshing dishes. Fortunately, there were several green vegetables available in the kitchen. With the help of the cooks, Liu Qingxi quickly washed and chopped them up to prepare a simple cold vegetable dish.
Fearing that the elderly might have trouble chewing, Liu Qingxi placed the fresh greens into the pot of boiling water, where bubbles rose and steam wafted. She stirred them a couple of times, and once they were cooked, she took them out.
She added a pinch of salt, a few drops of sesame oil and vinegar, and finally arranged two cloves of garlic on top—this was the simplest cold dish of greens.
She also prepared a stir-fried mushroom dish and a smooth, tasty egg rice wine soup.
Watching the young girl’s swift and efficient movements, the cooks nodded in praise. Although it wasn’t anything extravagant, it looked refreshing and appetizing.
“Thank you all, I’ll be leaving now.”
Liu Qingxi slowly carried the tray back in the direction she had come from.
At that moment, a fifteen-year-old girl, full of youthful energy and cleverness, approached. She caught sight of Liu Qingxi coming toward her.
The girl snorted coldly and stopped in front of her: “You! What right do you have to live in my house and eat for free? What are you doing? Cooking? Only servants do such things. Someone from the countryside has no manners.”
Liu Qingxi raised an eyebrow at the girl’s haughty words.
With a slight smile, she replied, “What’s wrong with what I made with my own hands? It’s my way of showing respect to my master. Unlike some people who shout about filial piety but only talk empty words while pretending to be impressive.”
She couldn’t stand girls like this—spoiled children.
Although she was in Ying Mansion and should consider Elder Ying or others' feelings, Liu Qingxi could not tolerate such insults. Her intentions and background were not reasons for others to demean her.
You can be arrogant and unreasonable, but one must never insult another's dignity.
The girl was left speechless by Liu Qingxi’s words.
It was clear she was a spoiled child who had grown accustomed to being arrogant at home. Now seeing that Liu Qingxi was favored by Elder Ying, everyone else in the house would have to give her some respect.
Grandpa had never been this close to her before, and he certainly couldn't accept it at that moment, which led to the standoff between the two.
"Stop with the formalities; the food will get cold. It's more important to learn some skills when you have the time." Wan Yang walked away, and behind her, two maids couldn't help but applaud Liu Qingxi.
In the family, this young lady was Ying Cai'er, the daughter of the Second House. She was fifteen years old and was most favored by her parents. Elder Ying also liked his beautiful and charming granddaughters.
When Liu Qingxi arrived, the disparity in feelings was too great for the girl. She stomped her foot, pouted slightly, tears welling in her eyes as she glared at Liu Qingxi's retreating figure, gritting her teeth in anger.
"You just wait; I will make sure you get kicked out of Ying Mansion." At that moment, their conflict was no longer about competing for Elder Ying's affection but rather about how she, an elder sister, had been mocked by a village girl. She couldn't swallow that humiliation.
With a cold huff, the girl rushed to her courtyard and exaggeratedly told her brothers and sisters about what had happened.
Liu Qingxi naturally didn't take this conflict seriously; it was merely a girl's trick.
However, she didn't realize that this conflict would lead to an even greater confrontation.
In Elder Ying's courtyard, Liu Qingxi's light porridge and vegetables were greatly appreciated by him; they suited his taste perfectly.
"Not bad, not bad," Elder Ying praised repeatedly.
At this age, he no longer enjoyed greasy meats but found that light porridge and vegetables made him feel comfortable afterward and were easy on his stomach.
"Come sit down and eat something."
The master and disciple sat in the courtyard, enjoying a rare quiet dinner together.
Meanwhile, Liu Qingxi and Yang Yichen were favored by the Sovereign, and news of their generous rewards spread to every corner.
This caused quite a stir in nearby Biqi Town, while in a certain dilapidated three-entry courtyard, a middle-aged man with unkempt facial hair sat drunkenly with bleary eyes.
"What are you? An imperial decree? What imperial decree?"
After the servant repeated it again, a glimmer of clarity appeared in the middle-aged man's hazy eyes.
"An imperial decree, an imperial decree!" After muttering it twice, he suddenly broke into a silly grin, "That's my son, my son."
"Woo woo woo~~~" A grown man, wiping his face with snot and tears, alternating between laughter and crying, had completely lost the refined demeanor of a businessman.
This man was none other than Yang Bingshan, the father of Yang Yichen. Ever since Liang Mei'er passed away and the Wen Family followed Yang Yichen to the countryside, they had not seen him again.
The mother and son seemed to have no such husband or father.
And the mistakes made over the years, those blinded eyes were indeed deceived but also unwilling to face the truth, preventing him from confronting his wife and son.
He could not face that indelible mistake and the deep scars it had caused them.
He regretted it, truly regretted it, but there was no medicine for regret in this world.
The more outstanding Yang Yichen became, the more it highlighted his own failures, making him unable to forgive himself day after day.
"No way!"
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