Chapter 667: Filled with Deep Emotions

Ye Liyan raised an eyebrow at his son, letting out a light ’hmph’: "Do you have a meal ticket?"

The little guy saw his dad was sparring with him and got fired up: "So, are you not planning to support me anymore? Well, that’s perfect. A few days ago, Lin Youpang said he wanted to become sworn brothers with me.

His mom even said I was way cuter than Lin Xiaopang. If only I were her son, it would be great. If you’re not going to take care of me, then I’ll go be Lin’s mom’s son."

Ye Silai heard his little brother and covered his face; it was just teasing, but his brother took it seriously.

Xinyan glanced at Ye Liyan, who was standing there, cracking his knuckles ready to give his youngest son a lesson, and couldn’t help but laugh, teasingly saying: "Ye Liyan, for the past few months, have you been torturing your son’s stomach? Look at how he’s been driven to join the dining hall."

Ye Liyan, hearing this, closed his eyes and reflected for a moment, then sheepishly touched the tip of his nose: "I haven’t really done much housework before. If it weren’t for taking care of them, I wouldn’t have squeezed in time to learn to cook and prepare meals."

Hearing this, Xinyan stopped her laughter; thinking about it, Ye Liyan is no ordinary person. Those hands are meant for creating miracles, so it’s understandable if he’s not good at cooking.

Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but hug Little Siyan beside her: "Siyan, your father is a man of big affairs. That he can squeeze such precious time to cook and prepare meals for you is not easy. If he didn’t truly love you, he wouldn’t have done everything himself. It all stems from his love for you. Do you understand what Aunt Yan means?"

Little Siyan looked up at Xinyan, then at Ye Liyan, let go of Xinyan, and walked over to Ye Liyan: "I’m sorry, Dad. Brother said you’ve been working hard, but maybe you really don’t have a talent for cooking. I shouldn’t have disliked the meals you cook."

Ye Liyan initially wanted to teach this little boy a lesson, but hearing these words, he felt a lot of emotions; he hugged his little son: "It’s okay. You’re not wrong. The meals Dad cooked indeed don’t taste great; that’s a fact. But Dad will keep trying to improve."

After saying this, he looked at his older son standing not far away, feeling a mix of emotions. Silai, this child, is so perceptive and understanding that it makes one’s heart ache. He reached out to his elder son: "Sili, come over to Dad."

Ye Silai didn’t immediately walk over, just stood there watching Dad and brother. When Ye Liyan called him again: "Sili, what are you thinking? Come over to Dad."

Then he stepped over.

Once Ye Silai got close, Ye Liyan freed up a hand and pulled him into his embrace too: "Sili, thank you, son. Thank you for helping Dad take care of Siyan all this time and for speaking up for Dad too."

Ye Silai, after all, is just a child. Though he acts like a little adult usually, being recognized by Dad for what he has done still moved him, and his eyes welled up.

He Jinxuan looked at the father and sons hugging each other and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. If her cousin were still here, how happy this family would be.

Ye Liyan indeed worked hard to make up for the two children, giving his shoulder a pat: "Seize the time to sound out the Fu Family. If possible, finalize things as soon as possible.

That way, you can relax a bit, spend more time with the kids, teach them skills you’re good at, which is more meaningful than spending time on cooking you’re not good at."

Ye Liyan listened and nodded lightly: "I understand, Cousin."