Thinking, one by one they have no experience, already intimidated.
Yang Qingrui amusedly patted Yang Qingtong, "See that? You really need to learn from Yangyang."
"Big Uncle, Little Uncle canāt imitate me," Yangyang said proudly, touching his chin, "I was born with it, plus I have thick skin, and Iām cute and pretty, so Aunt Dongyang fancies me."
"Tsk tsk, such a narcissistic little brat."
Yangyang didnāt deny his narcissism, just stared at the two uncles, suddenly saying, "Uncles, you havenāt given me red envelopes yet."
"Here, here, wouldnāt dream of missing yours."
"Hehe, thank you, Uncle." Yangyang waved the red envelope with a smile, then said, "For adding bricks and tiles to my future wedding, youāre such good uncles, Iāll be good to you in the future."
"Pfft..."
Yang Chuxia couldnāt help it, this kid is way too chatty.
"Alright, cheeky brat, arenāt you embarrassed early in the morning." She pinched his cheeks and asked Ming Lan to bring dumplings and various pastries.
Not long after, Yang Dayong and others arrived.
Fortunately, the dining hall in Yang Chuxiaās courtyard is big enough, even crowded it fits everyone.
Ms. Qian of Wang Family gobbled down dumplings, saying, "Life in the Wang Residence is different from us common folks, even New Yearās dumplings come with so many fillings, Iāve seen them now, Iāll brag about it for ages after I return."
"Oh my, thereās beef, and shrimp." Ms. Qian couldnāt help but say, "With this delicious food, I donāt want to go back."
If someone else said this, Yang Chuxia would definitely say, then stay for a while longer, but given the grudge with the second aunt, she couldnāt be bothered to respond.
Ms. Qian saw she wasnāt responding, didnāt get angry, just pursed her lips, thinking this niece is so petty.
Since itās the first day of the year, after breakfast, there was nothing much to do. In the Capital City, there isnāt a custom of visiting for New Year on the first day, the family just played around in the residence.
It wasnāt long before snow began to fall from the sky, by noon, a thin layer had settled on the ground.
"Brother, by tomorrow we can build a snowman."
Yangyang formed a snowball and tossed it into the lotus pond, very cheerful.
The bright red brocade robe made his little face glow red amidst the snow.
"This kid sure is full of energy."
"Isnāt he?" Yang Chuxia looped her arm around Ye Ziāanās shoulder and laughed, "Look at him, as though he has no troubles."
"Heās still young now, when he grows up, troubles will come."
"By the way, Mu Shaoling wants to meet you." Yang Chuxia recounted her meeting yesterday with Mu Shaoling to Ye Ziāan, then said, "Iāll arrange for you to meet tomorrow night in the alley of East Main Street."
"Alright, Iāll go with whatever you arrange, dear."
Ye Ziāan fished out a plum blossom hairpin from his clothes and pinned it to Yang Chuxiaās hair bun, "I carved it myself, a bit rough, Iāll make a better one for you later."
"A New Yearās gift?"
"Yes."
Yang Chuxia giggled, "But what if I havenāt prepared anything for you?"
"Then just give yourself to me." Ye Ziāan hugged her slim waist and chuckled softly.
Yang Chuxia asked, "Can I give myself to you several times? Seems like I have before."
"True, you are mine already, thereās no need to give anymore, silly me." Ye Ziāan pressed his forehead against hers and said, "Would my dear be more passionate tonight?"
"You rogue, talking about this so boldly in broad daylight."
"Iāve been a rogue not just for a day or two, dear ought to be used to it."