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Ning Hong looked at Yang Yichen with a face full of gossip, as if he wouldn't give up until he received a reasonable explanation.
However, Yang Yichen was gentle in front of Liu Qingxi, but not so much with others. He maintained a smile while ignoring Ning Hong, which made him anxious and restless.
At that moment, Dugu Han arrived, and the morning court session officially began. Fortunately, there weren't many matters to discuss lately, and the weather across the regions had been favorable, allowing the session to conclude in less than half an hour.
Afterward, Yang Yichen went to the Ministry of Works. In addition to supervising the production of new crossbows, he continued researching other weapons.
Since the last crossbow had greatly pleased Dugu Hanlong, Yang Yichen's status in the Ministry of Works had risen significantly. Any materials he needed were provided without question by the department in charge of supplies.
The many officials in the Ministry of Works were envious, but there was nothing they could do. They lacked Yang Yichen's abilities and naturally could not enjoy such favorable treatment.
As a result, Liang Yujing secretly resented him and wished he could find a mistake to kick Yang Yichen out of the Ministry of Works. However, for now, Yang Yichen was favored by Dugu Han, so he could only think about it in his heart.
Every time he saw precious materials being used by Yang Yichen as experimental resources without cost, it felt like his heart was bleeding.
As the Minister of Works, aside from achieving good results in his youth through hard work to reach his current position, he had stagnated for many years.
Yang Yichen's decisive brilliance and his public rejection of Liang Shuer had caused both father and daughter to lose face.
Now even if they didn't understand fully, they had already become sworn enemies.
However, Yang Yichen enjoyed favorable treatment in the Ministry of Works and had a temper that matched his capital. If anyone was dissatisfied, they could step up and prove themselves. Yet even if they felt resentment inside, they dared not show it.
They certainly did not want to remain in the Ministry of Works uneasily.
At the hour of Shen, Yang Yichen left the Ministry of Works on time. It was ridiculous; how could he possibly devote all his energy to weapon development for the country when he was so busy?
Powerful weapons could create imbalances between nations, and being a standout figure wasn't necessarily good for the Western Moon Kingdom. He preferred to take it easy and casually present a weapon whenever he had time.
When he was in a bad mood, there were no significant research results. Nevertheless, Dugu Han treated him like a treasure; who could guarantee success every time?
With so many talented individuals in the Western Moon Kingdom having achieved nothing after decades of effort, it was already a pleasant surprise that Yang Yichen had made significant progress. Even if he wanted to advance further, he wouldn't be foolish enough to be too direct about it.
In summary, Yang Yichen's current life was unprecedentedly comfortable—successful in politics and thriving in business—plus he had a beautiful fiancée at home.
He truly was a winner in life.
Thinking of Liu Qingxi, his steps became larger, and the speed of the carriage increased under his urging.
The Liu Family was peaceful. To save trouble, both families prepared their New Year goods at Liu Qingxi's place. Fortunately, Aunt Xu and Ye Aunty were both skilled in cooking and worked efficiently.
Perhaps due to having been sold several times before, the two women's experience surprised Liu Qingxi, as they could create many dishes that he had never seen before.
As Yang Yichen stepped inside, he hadn't walked far when he heard a clear voice like a nightingale: "Aunt Xu, can we use the dough now? Is it ready?"
"Yes, yes, it's ready. Once the oil is hot, we can start," Aunt Xu took on the role of directing this time.
Although there were still ten days until the New Year, with so many people at home—not just the masters but also dozens of maids from both families—there was a lot to prepare. They were not stingy masters; even the servants could eat heartily, so they needed to prepare plenty of dumplings and buns.
If they followed the usual practice and waited until around the twenty-sixth or twenty-seventh day of the New Year to start, they would probably run out of time. There were only a few stoves available, and it wasn't worth it to occupy another room for more.
Since several women were free anyway, they decided to make more fried dumplings, twists, and other snacks themselves.
Liu Qingxi rarely took part in such activities anymore; after a long time without cooking, he had become somewhat rusty.
Back in Ten Li Pu, when there were no maids around, every meal for him and Liu Qingyan was cooked by her own hands.
But now? It was always busy with one thing or another; there was hardly any time to prepare food. During this festive season, seeing all the hustle and bustle made her eager to do something herself.
However, making dumplings was still best left to the older women who were experienced; she could only assist them.
"Miss, you go stand in the back. The hot oil is in front; it's not safe for you," Aunt Xu quickly washed her hands, shook them dry a few times, and pushed Liu Qingxi outside.
"You are the master; you can't get hurt. Unlike us, our skin is tough and not afraid."
Liu Qingxi smiled as she watched from behind, observing each round and cute dumpling being dropped into the hot oil, sizzling and bubbling. In no time at all, the white dumplings turned golden brown.
Aunt Xu held chopsticks in one hand and a slotted spoon in the other as she scooped out the golden crispy dumplings and placed them into a nearby ceramic bowl.
Ignoring the scalding temperature, Liu Qingxi reached out for one and blew on it continuously to cool it down.
This made several adults from the Wen Family laugh as they watched: "Qingxi, take your time; it's not like we're not letting you eat. Be careful; it's hot."
"You act like a child who hasn't grown up," one said with a loving shake of their head and a smile.
No matter how impressive one is outside, in their eyes, there is no difference from a child.
Liu Qingxi ignored the teasing of the women, grinning widely as she swallowed a meatball whole, chewing happily with her eyes squinted in delight.
When Yang Yichen arrived in the kitchen, drawn by the delicious aroma, he happened to catch Liu Qingxi in a gluttonous moment, looking like a cat that had stolen fish. He smiled indulgently; his smile was like a snow lotus blooming on a snow-covered mountain, melting the ice and snow as it opened.
Nothing could compare to her genuine smile.
She didn’t feel that her behavior was inappropriate; on the contrary, it was quite endearing.
This is the phenomenon of love making one see beauty where others may not; even if the other person is doing something wrong, they appear perfect in their eyes.
Unconsciously, Yang Yichen's smile grew wider, his dark eyes filled with affection and warmth. His chest rose and fell irregularly, clearly holding back something.
In that moment of distraction, something was suddenly stuffed into his mouth. The taste buds were greeted with the fresh aroma of vegetable oil accompanied by the lightness of radish—not greasy at all, but rather leaving an irresistible fragrance lingering between his lips and teeth.
It turned out that Liu Qingxi had noticed Yang Yichen's arrival and had directly shoved a radish meatball into his mouth.
Imitating Liu Qingxi, he chewed a couple of times before swallowing. Hmm! The taste was quite good!
"Young Master," she said playfully, "don’t you usually hate eating this kind of fried food?"
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