Early in the morning.
The two elderly couples strolled leisurely from Wang Shouren's residence, declining his offer to escort them home, and walked back to their own courtyard as if taking a walk. In their own words, they had eaten well last night and hadn't gone out for a stroll, so they were making up for it today.
Although they were scolded by the older women, who said that no one would eat leftovers, the two elderly couples still walked back happily.
"Tsk, life is getting better and better," the old man remarked, strolling around with his hands behind his back.
"It's really good." The third auntie also smiled happily.
Since Wang Shouren woke up, from around 6263.
He often sought out Uncle San for amusement.
Although the quality of life is still the same, the auntie can't quite put her finger on it, but she always feels that her home has gotten better.
This is actually quite normal. Under Wang Shouren's subtle influence, Uncle San had gradually become less stingy, at least not to the point of causing resentment even among his family. Regarding Yan Jiecheng's job, in the end, Uncle San didn't actually take the full amount of money from him. He returned half to Yu Li after receiving it. This improved the couple's relationship somewhat.
On the surface, the family's food and drink may not seem to have changed much, but in reality, the mental stress has decreased significantly.
The two elderly people walked home unsteadily.
As soon as he got home, the third uncle found that his door was open.
Startled, I grabbed a broom and headed home.
As soon as I entered, I saw Yu Li and Yan Jiecheng having breakfast at home.
The old man breathed a sigh of relief, but was also furious: "What are you two doing here so early in the morning?"
"Dad, where did you and Mom go last night? We haven't seen you since this morning. If it weren't for Shazhu's wife saying that you went out with Uncle Yi last night, I would have thought something had happened to you two." Yan Jiecheng said helplessly.
Who can understand this? I brought breakfast to my dad's house early in the morning, only to find that both my dad and mom had disappeared.
"How can you blame me? None of the four of you wanted to live here," Yan Bugui said irritably.
"Alright, alright, it's our fault. We brought you breakfast. Soy milk and fried dough sticks." Yan Jiecheng pointed to the breakfast on the table.
"Wow, did the sun rise in the west today?" Yan Bugui asked in surprise.
Of Yan Bugui's three sons and one daughter, Yan Jiecheng inherited most of Yan Bugui's stinginess.
Yan Jiefang also went to another place. That kid has been hanging out with Kui Datou and his gang there, settling down in the south, only coming back for the New Year. Yan Jiekuang, on the other hand, went to the countryside, married a wife there, and sent a letter saying he plans to settle down there. He was busy in previous years and didn't have time to come back, but there's news that he'll be bringing his wife and children to visit this year.
The youngest, Yan Jiedi, is the most successful; she got into university and now lives in the school dormitory, only coming home during holidays. The elderly couple usually live alone at home.
"Hey, Dad, what are you saying? Do you think I'm that petty?" Yan Jiecheng said, dissatisfied.
"Heh, I don't know if she's stingy or not, but I bet Yu Li bought this breakfast." Yan Bugui sneered. How could he not know what kind of person Yan Jie was?
Yu Li smiled and changed the subject: "Dad, Mom, how have you been lately? Where did you go last night?"
"Great, great!" The third aunt chuckled as she sat down, took the fried dough rings Yu Li handed her, and poured herself a bowl of douzhi (fermented mung bean juice). She said, "Yesterday, Wang Shouren took both our families to his house for a small gathering, to eat hot pot and chat."
"You went to Brother Shouren's place?"
"Don't call him that, you're older than him." Yan Bugui rolled his eyes at his son, got himself a fried dough stick, and Yu Li thoughtfully handed him a cup of soy milk. Yan Bugui didn't like soy milk, but his third aunt did. So, Yan Bugui knew at a glance that this breakfast definitely wasn't bought by Yan Jiecheng; Yan Jiecheng wouldn't be so attentive. Only Yu Li would notice such things.
"Hey, why not? This is the guy, what's wrong with me calling him 'brother'!" Yan Jiecheng glared and puffed out his cheeks.
"Hey, so what? Just because a kid is powerful, you call him 'kid brother'?" Yan Bugui glared and puffed out his beard.
"That's right, I don't just call the kid 'brother,' I also call him 'sister.' So what?"
"Hey, you're really something."
To be fair, the father and son's crosstalk styles are of the same lineage.
"Mom, what do you think? Is the house over there by Wang Shouren nice?"
"Hmm, it's beautiful," the third aunt said while eating breakfast. "A large courtyard with three courtyards."
“We also have three courtyards here.” Yan Jiecheng was a little surprised when he heard this: “Brother Shouren is so capable, why does he still have a courtyard?”
The younger generation doesn't really like living in a courtyard house.
"Can their place be compared to ours?" Yan Bugui said. "At best, our place used to be the land of landlords and rich people, while their place belonged to princes and nobles. They're not even in the same league. Besides, our courtyards are constantly being illegally renovated. Today someone builds something illegal here, and tomorrow someone else does something else. They've long lost their original appearance. Their place, with its three courtyards, is all their own, and it's beautifully decorated."
At this point, Yan Bugui paused, then began to show off his literary talent: "The so-called gentle breeze and swaying willows, a courtyard within a four-sided enclosure. The roof ridge is covered with glazed tiles, a central skylight sits in the middle. The folk style is ancient and harmonious, a continuation of the past and present. A fragrant aroma fills the house, teacups adorn the Eight Immortals..."
"Good!" Yan Jie slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and slammed it like a seal: "Well said!"
Yan Bugui: ...
He looked Yan Jiecheng up and down: "Judging from your appearance, you've come here today because of something?" Before Yan Jiecheng could speak, Yan Bugui said to himself, "That's right, you wouldn't have come so early if you had nothing to do. So, what is it?"
Yan Jiecheng: ...
Goodness, my emotions were abruptly interrupted, and it's a bit upsetting.
But who is Yan Jiecheng? Putting aside everything else, he learned his shamelessness perfectly from his father.
He immediately put on a thick-skinned face, and was about to speak with a grin when he was interrupted by the Third Uncle.
"Fine, stop talking. Just looking at your face makes me sick."
Yan Jiecheng: ...
Good grief, it completely interrupted me. I felt so choked up, it was so uncomfortable.
"Yu Li, you speak."
Yu Li glanced at her goofy husband and sighed inwardly. "How old is he?" she thought. She turned to Yan Bugui and said, "Dad, it's like this. These past few months, we signed an agreement with Qinjiacun Village, right? We've been making mala tang (spicy hot pot), and I think the profits are pretty good. So, I was thinking, maybe I can quit my job and set up a stall."
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