"Exactly, living together is lively," Yang Chuxia echoed Ye Ziāan.
Everyone was happy, so Mu Shaoling didnāt continue the topic.
"Daddy, did you go fishing again today?" Yangyang noticed the servant behind Ye Ziāan holding a bucket and a rod and asked.
Mu Shaoling glanced at the bucket and said displeasedly, "Your dad must be collaborating with a fish sprite from the sea."
Yangyang laughed, "Where does that come from?"
"I go to the seaside with your dad every day, and each time he returns with a full catch, while I donāt catch a single fish. The only time something was on my hook, it turned out to be a greedy crab. Doesnāt that make you mad?"
"You are as foolish as a pig, yet you say that Iām collaborating with fish sprites?" Ye Ziāan glanced at him and said to Yangyang, "Donāt listen to his nonsense. If he canāt catch anything, he deserves it. I bait the hook with meat slices, guess what he uses?"
"What does he use?" Yangyang was curious.
"He uses lettuce leaves!" Ye Ziāan said exasperatedly, "Iām embarrassed to say, the one crab he caught, he took from my bucket."
"You old coot, so unfriendly, exposing me in front of so many kids." Mu Shaoling kicked Ye Ziāan grumpily.
Ye Ziāan didnāt dodge, just patted his clothes, calmly said, "People are foolish yet afraid of being criticized."
"Hey..."
Seeing they were about to quarrel, Yangyang quickly intervened, "I had a warm jade bed transported here, donāt you want to take a look?"
Mu Shaoling, who wanted to argue with Ye Ziāan, immediately shut up, "What did you say? You brought a warm jade bed?"
"Uh-huh!" Yangyang nodded, "Mom sent me a letter saying during winter my dad has leg pain and canāt sleep well. I happened to have a friend whose family deals in jade and told me when they got this."
Mu Shaoling felt even more disheartened, "Brat, you give your dad a warm jade bed, Iām your father-in-law, so what do you give me? You tell me now, are you trying to piss me off? Really unfilial!"
"Donāt be mad, donāt be mad..." Yangyang stepped forward to pat his chest, "Youāre getting old, why is your temper still so big? Iāll get something nice for you on your birthday."
"Really?"
"Of course, next year Iāll send you an ice bed."
"Thatās more like it." Mu Shaoling perked up and glared sideways at Ye Ziāan, "I donāt know what luck you had in a past life to have such a filial son."
"Freeloader who shares my son has no right to envy me, shut up!"
"...You, youāre ruthless!" Mu Shaoling turned his head and said no more; indeed, he was living off Ye Ziāanās fortune, and without Ye Ziāan, he wouldnāt have such a son-in-law.
"Haha"
"..."
Everyone was amused by their banter.
Mu Huarong stood on the second floor of the first small building, watching the group bustling into the house, feeling somewhat complex. Luckily, she wasnāt fond of crowded places, so there wasnāt much regret.
Just as she was about to close the window, a sharp gaze suddenly struck her, making her momentarily panic. It wasnāt until she closed the window that her heart continued to race.
"Mom, is someone living on the second floor of the front building?"
"Ah?" Yang Chuxia was momentarily confused and then said, "Your Uncle Shaolingās family member Huarong lives there."
"Oh!" Nodding, he brushed away a slight stir in his heart and helped Yang Chuxia into the house.
"Yang Chuxia, have the kitchen prepare good dishes; Shaofeng brought fine wine, weāre drinking till we drop today."
(ps: Weāre nearing the end countdown of the main story ~~~~ estimated four days, if not controlled might stretch to six or seven days ~~~~ Mu Huaen vs Ye Haoyang will be a sideline story, just a brief mention here ~~~~)