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Yang Yichen suddenly raised his handsome face with a hint of arrogance, "Hmph! It's my wife who made it, so of course it's a delicacy!"
Well, the guards hiding in the shadows almost stumbled at that moment.
"Alright, you're handsome, you can be willful!"
"You’re handsome, everything you do is right."
Young Master Yang shot a proud glance, "My wife is beautiful, generous, gentle, kind, and extraordinarily capable. No one can compare to her. My wife is amazing, and I am proud of her!"
Oh no! The first to lose their composure was one of the subordinates who had followed Yang Yichen the longest. What does eating the most hated fried food have to do with how amazing your wife is?
Poor them, these old bachelors still single at their age were force-fed a mouthful of dog food.
Sigh! This feeling of hopelessness is exactly what he’s experiencing now. He might as well find a cool place to stay; with a certain master around, they didn’t need to worry about the future mistress's safety at all.
It really felt like they wanted to be conjoined twins, sticking together at all times.
Their master truly showcased a wonderful display of affection. Well, it must be admitted that ever since Liu Qingxi came into the picture, Yang Yichen had become more relatable.
If this were in the past, he would have been like an ice block capable of freezing someone to death and wouldn’t even joke with them; he would have sent them straight to the punishment hall instead.
Yang Yichen didn’t care about the emotional damage his closeness with Liu Qingxi caused his subordinates. He knew that after the new year, this girl would be his—completely and utterly becoming his other half, an unbreakable bond for life.
He had already sent a letter to Ten Li Pu a few days ago, just waiting to surprise Liu Qingxi when the time came.
Meanwhile, in the study in the backyard, Liu Qingyan caught a whiff of the delicious aroma and heard the laughter of Liu Qingxi and Yang Yichen, prompting her to run out as well.
Liu Qingxi looked at the once chubby boy, who had grown tall like a bamboo shoot and was now taller than her. He was no longer the kid from a few years ago; he had completely transformed into a young man.
However, Liu Qingyan, who had originally been as thin as a stick, had gained some weight thanks to Liu Qingxi's careful feeding. With his plump body and fair skin, along with his sparkling black eyes, he was incredibly cute and adorable.
But now? Just look at his physique! It was as if he had regressed to an earlier time.
"Yan, while studying, you need to pay attention to balancing work and rest. You have to exercise. Just look at you now! I’ve been busy lately and haven’t been able to take care of you. Don’t worry, during this holiday, I’ll make sure you gain some weight back."
Liu Qingxi truly worried like a parent, wishing she could split herself in half to take care of both sides.
In her eyes, Liu Qingyan seemed thinner every time he returned home. Was he not eating well at school? It seemed it was time to arrange for someone to deliver meals to him.
If this continued, not only would his studies suffer, but his health would deteriorate first, which would be truly counterproductive.
Liu Qingyan nodded. He never argued with his caring sister, even though he believed he had good physical fitness from regular exercise and participating in Mounted Archery.
The appearance of the old man returning from school had changed significantly after just a few days at home, even more so now.
Before long, the kitchen turned into a lively scene with several young people joking and playing around. The Wen family didn’t stop them; they watched the kids bicker and fight over food with amusement.
"Wow, I could hear you all the way from afar!" A cheerful voice came from outside. When the person walked in, they found it was Zhou.
She was the first friend their families made in the capital and also their best friend.
"Why are you making meatballs so early? Isn’t there still over ten days until New Year?"
The Wen family wiped their hands and stood up to greet their guest. "Well, since we have many people at home, we decided to prepare some early to save trouble later. Otherwise, with just a few of us, we definitely wouldn’t manage. Zheng Family’s here too; are you joining us?"
"What can I say? I'm just here to sincerely thank you all."
It turns out that the son whom Old Man Zheng and Mrs. Zheng disliked the most was Zheng Hao, not only because he was not articulate but also because he was unambitious, barely scraping by with his meager wages. During holidays, the gifts he brought them were merely to keep up appearances.
They often criticized him to their neighbors, lamenting how disappointing he was, how stingy and poor, as if he were not their own flesh and blood.
Anyone with a bit of common sense would know that no parent would tarnish their own child's reputation like that, jeopardizing his livelihood and future.
However, Old Man Zheng and Mrs. Zheng truly were a peculiar pair, pushing Zheng Hao toward a dead end.
"You have no idea how shocked their expressions were at that moment; I can't help but laugh when I think about it now."
The Zheng family had a tradition during the New Year: all the sons, regardless of whether they had split from the family or not, had to prepare gifts for them and also pay maintenance fees.
In previous years, this time was always the most difficult for Zheng Hao and Zhou. The couple relied on one income while raising two children, and after deducting his parents' maintenance fees, he really had no money left.
So every year, the gifts consisted of various homemade foods. These dishes weren't particularly good or bad; Zhou was an excellent cook, and what she made could rival that of a professional chef.
In fact, the gifts were already quite decent, but the two elders were never satisfied. They believed that their son Zheng Hao was failing even more after marrying Zhou, whom they considered a harbinger of misfortune.
But they never thought about how they helped Eldest Uncle's Wife take care of her children so that she and her husband could work. The two elders occasionally provided some financial support.
On their side, there was no one to look after the children; Zhou had to manage the household and take care of the kids alone—where would she find time for anything else?
Despite this unequal treatment, Old Man Zheng and Mrs. Zheng never reflected on their actions or considered them wrong.
"This year is different; we can finally hold our heads high. You have no idea how the eldest son and his wife looked when they saw our gifts. Just thinking about it makes me want to laugh."
The ever-changing colors on her face, along with the suspicions of Old Man Zheng and Mrs. Zheng, made Zhou vent her frustration. Without a second thought, she handed over the gifts and, noticing the altered expressions of those around her, offered no explanation. She directly addressed the elderly couple: "Father, Mother, I have things to attend to at home, so I won't be staying with you."
With that, she turned and left.
As she walked out of Eldest Uncle's Wife's courtyard, she could still hear the curses from Zheng's eldest daughter-in-law inside.
But what did that have to do with her?
Honestly, the feeling of slapping someone in the face with money was quite satisfying.
She didn't even go home but headed straight to Liu Qingxi's place.
The Wen Family had heard a bit about Zhou's situation with her in-laws and felt happy for her upon hearing this.
"You and your husband are united in purpose, young and capable. What kind of life can't you carve out for yourselves? Besides, we haven't really helped much; on the contrary, if it weren't for you hiring workers, you wouldn't have won the competition. So if there's anyone to thank, it's me on behalf of the children."
"Hey, hey, hey, let's not be modest with each other. I'm just happy. By the way, is there anything I can help you with?"
"No need, no need. We have enough help. You should get back to your own matters. Even though there are few of you, you can't skimp on what needs to be prepared."
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