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Lin Shuhong must be furious right now, seeing such a great opportunity slip away, allowing Liu Qingxi to make a fortune that could be used to build a house.
After technically defeating him, she also struck at his pride in his economic prowess. How could Lin Shuhong, once the Master Designer, bear this?
Yet, Liu Qingxi has this infuriatingly charming expression that makes one want to pull her into an embrace and kiss her passionately.
While they were casually chatting, guests arrived one after another, and soon everyone was present.
In the courtyard, eight round tables were neatly arranged, with maids and servants continuously bringing out delicious dishes that looked and smelled amazing.
Yang Yichen, the future head of the family, raised his glass: "Thank you all, Uncle and Aunt, for coming to share a meal with us. I also want to express my gratitude for your support of our Qingxi."
With this statement, he made it clear that Liu Qingxi was family.
The implication was that if everyone could assist Liu Qingxi, he would not forget their kindness.
Everyone in the alley knew Yang Yichen's status; such a young official had a bright future ahead. And with Liu Qingxi as his fiancée, how could they not help?
Building a good relationship with Yang Yichen was something they all desired: "Lord Yang, rest assured, we will do everything for Miss Liu. Without her, we wouldn't be where we are today. We're looking forward to making big money alongside her."
"Yes, yes," others chimed in in agreement.
This was the highest-ranking official they had ever encountered in their lives—someone without airs—and with Liu Qingxi as Yang Yichen's future wife, it felt like they were all set to prosper together.
How could they not like this family?
As Yang Yichen began his opening remarks, the atmosphere gradually became lively.
The dishes emitted enticing aromas that made everyone's mouths water and left them unable to stop eating.
"I've never had such delicious food before."
"Yes, I was fortunate enough to eat at the Hundred Flavors Inn once, but it's not as good as the dishes made at Miss Liu's home."
"Indeed, are the signature dishes just any ordinary fare? Back when we were at Ten Li Pu, sometimes the dishes that Aunt Xu and Ye Aunty came up with would be featured as signature dishes at her and Yang Yichen's restaurant."
"Although the ingredients may not be as exquisite as those at Hundred Flavors Inn, the taste is definitely on par."
The children, who usually had never tasted such delicious food, pouted and pointed at a dish on the table, saying, "Mom, I want to eat that."
Another child chimed in, "No way! If it's delicious, everyone should get to eat it: 'Mom, I want to eat too! I want to eat too!'"
"Alright, alright, you can all eat. Everyone will have some."
The banquet lasted for two hours, and everyone was very satisfied. After eating and drinking their fill, they all expressed their gratitude: "Thank you for the hospitality, Miss Liu."
Among them, a parent with children tugged at their child and said, "Be good and thank Sister Qingxi."
Several kids sweetly rubbed their round bellies and said, "Thank you, Sister Qingxi!"
"Good!" Liu Qingxi smiled as she patted their fluffy heads; they were all adorable kids.
After sending off the guests, the family sorted through the gifts brought by the visitors—there were eggs, vegetables, handmade hats, and so on.
Though none of it was expensive, it was all given with heartfelt intentions.
After hosting everyone, their New Year celebrations were considered complete.
However, in Ten Li Pu, another lively scene unfolded.
The road leading to Biqi Town had thick snow cleared away to create a width suitable for horse-drawn carriages, with pedestrians coming and going in a steady stream.
There were those heading to town for work, some coming to Ten Li Pu to pay New Year visits, and others visiting their maternal families.
Overall, aside from the houses in the village that had not changed much, the area outside the village was festively decorated.
A row of neatly arranged two-story houses hung with strings of lanterns, and the celebratory couplets expressed people's hopes for a better life in the coming year.
Although it was the seventh day of the New Year, the festive atmosphere had not diminished at all. With the addition of wealthy townsfolk, there were many more business people among the visitors besides the common people.
Most of them had relatives who had purchased houses in Ten Li Pu and came here during the cold winter to enjoy the warmth brought by heating.
Thus, they could only come from afar to visit during the New Year.
This was also why there were still many carriages coming in and out of Ten Li Pu.
In addition, the enthusiastic fellow ladies of Ten Li Pu prepared special gifts for the young masters who had recently moved in.
Everyone living in town knew that every year on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Biqi Town would hold a Lantern Festival.
There would be riddle guessing, food vendors, and various lanterns filling an entire street, creating an even livelier scene than during the New Year celebrations.
This year, they wanted to hold an unprecedented grand Lantern Festival in Ten Li Pu as well.
To this end, they started preparations early after the New Year, contacting lantern makers and vendors for large-scale promotions.
At this moment, busy young men and ladies could be seen everywhere. The village chief, Zhang Wuliang, felt very satisfied every time he saw such a lively scene in the village and how hard his juniors were working.
Just then, a young man entered the village and spotted him, heading straight over.
"Hello, Village Chief. I am Young Master Yang's messenger here to deliver a letter to you."
Zhang Wuliang looked at the young man, a stranger he had seen for a year, but the expression on his face did not seem fake. "Is there something going on with Young Master Yang?"
"You'll know when you read the letter. I still have things to attend to, so I’ll be leaving now."
The young man arrived quickly and left just as fast. Zhang Wuliang was puzzled about receiving a letter from Yang Yichen at this time.
Usually, the letters he received were from Liu Qingxi. Although he was familiar with the people from the village, his relationship with Yang Yichen was not as close as with Liu Qingxi.
He rarely received letters from Yang Yichen. This time? During the New Year, could it be something important?
Zhang Wuliang had originally planned to go check out the area, but now he hurried back home, opened the envelope, glanced at the contents, and suddenly burst into laughter.
Liu glanced over and playfully scolded, "What’s wrong with you? Look at that silly smile on your face."
"Come quick! Come quick! Good news, really good news!"
Liu raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What could possibly be such good news? I find it hard to believe."
"You don’t believe me? Come see for yourself; it’s a letter just delivered by Young Master Yang."
Half-convinced, Liu took a couple of steps to Zhang Wuliang's side, picked up the letter, and thanks to learning some characters from her husband, she could read it herself. She gently read it aloud.
"Ha! It really is good news! Good things come after hardships; sweet comes after bitter! Not bad at all. Young Master Yang handled this well. When are we going to the capital?"
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