The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

Chapter 1963 - 1965

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 can’t imitate me," Yangyang said proudly, touching his chin, "I was born with it, plus I have thick skin, and I’m cute and pretty, so Aunt Dongyang fancies me."

"Tsk tsk, such a narcissistic little brat."

Yangyang didn’t deny his narcissism, just stared at the two uncles, suddenly saying, "Uncles, you haven’t given me red envelopes yet."

"Here, here, wouldn’t 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, you’re such good uncles, I’ll be good to you in the future."

"Pfft..."

Yang Chuxia couldn’t help it, this kid is way too chatty.

"Alright, cheeky brat, aren’t 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 Chuxia’s 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 Year’s dumplings come with so many fillings, I’ve seen them now, I’ll brag about it for ages after I return."

"Oh my, there’s beef, and shrimp." Ms. Qian couldn’t help but say, "With this delicious food, I don’t 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 couldn’t be bothered to respond.

Ms. Qian saw she wasn’t responding, didn’t get angry, just pursed her lips, thinking this niece is so petty.

Since it’s the first day of the year, after breakfast, there was nothing much to do. In the Capital City, there isn’t a custom of visiting for New Year on the first day, the family just played around in the residence.

It wasn’t 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."

"Isn’t he?" Yang Chuxia looped her arm around Ye Zi’an’s shoulder and laughed, "Look at him, as though he has no troubles."

"He’s 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 Zi’an, then said, "I’ll arrange for you to meet tomorrow night in the alley of East Main Street."

"Alright, I’ll go with whatever you arrange, dear."

Ye Zi’an fished out a plum blossom hairpin from his clothes and pinned it to Yang Chuxia’s hair bun, "I carved it myself, a bit rough, I’ll make a better one for you later."

"A New Year’s gift?"

"Yes."

Yang Chuxia giggled, "But what if I haven’t prepared anything for you?"

"Then just give yourself to me." Ye Zi’an 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, there’s no need to give anymore, silly me." Ye Zi’an pressed his forehead against hers and said, "Would my dear be more passionate tonight?"

"You rogue, talking about this so boldly in broad daylight."

"I’ve been a rogue not just for a day or two, dear ought to be used to it."