Three tickets to Leong Chiu's concert, and now I have to buy some food? It's really a waste.
Ye Chenyang stood up:
"There were only leftover steamed buns and twisted rolls from the morning."
The dignified second master of the Ye family has fallen to such a state, all of which he brought upon himself. This is the first time he has ever felt so bitter and bitter.
"OK!"
As long as there's food, I'm fine; my stomach is practically empty from hunger.
Ye Chenyang went out of the main room. Everyone in the courtyard was busy. He pretended to be nonchalant and went to the kitchen. After arriving, he secretly looked back a few times. Seeing that no one was looking in his direction, he continued to walk in.
Little did they know that Yingying, Gao Dan and his wife, as well as the old man's group of bodyguards, all noticed this action immediately.
"What is he doing?" Ye Wanying asked the man beside her curiously.
Gao Dan's gaze, however, pierced through a corner of the main room, revealing the scene inside, and a smile crept onto his lips:
"Perhaps they reached some kind of agreement with someone."
Forehead?
Because of the angle, Ye Wanying couldn't see anything inside the main room at all.
"ah?"
But when she looked over again, she saw her son peeking out from behind the door, leaning against the doorframe and smiling at her.
My son only smiles like that when he gets something he likes.
Considering Ye Chenyang's extremely unwilling expression just now and the adults who might be inside, what else is there to not understand?
My own younger brother and Uncle Ye are completely at odds!
"It seems so, you guessed right."
One has to admire this man's powerful and extraordinary logical thinking; he can guess almost everything about a matter based on just a few clues.
Since that's the case, Ye Wanying decided not to interfere.
Anyway, none of them were simple.
If we're talking about who suffered a loss, it's probably only Uncle Ye, who has both low IQ and low EQ.
The other little ones, weren't they all secretly plotting their own schemes? Especially one particular dumpling, which had the family heirloom sesame filling.
Ye Chenyang thought no one had noticed, so he took two steamed buns from the kitchen, put them in his pocket, and came out.
There's no need to be secretive about this. It's just two steamed buns, what's the big deal?
But it was Ye Chenyang's own fault for making things complicated.
The main reason is that she doesn't want people to know that she was bribed by that old man!
After all, the two didn't get along before.
"Little Yang~"
Suddenly, at that moment, Ye's father shouted.
Ye Chenyang's shoulders trembled:
"Dad, what's wrong?"
"Come and carry this firewood inside, we'll use it later."
Ye's father had just cleared a pile of firewood in front of him, and he was not comfortable with his son's nonchalant attitude. There were so many guests in the house, and he was still wearing slippers.
"Dad, put that there for now, I'll come and get it in a bit."
If I had two steamed buns in my pocket, wouldn't they fall out when I was carrying firewood?
Mr. Ye had only shouted because he was annoyed by his son's behavior.
"Hurry up, how long are we going to wait?"
Ye Chenyang ruffled his hair a couple of times, then took off running towards the main room:
"Soon, just a moment, really."
After rushing into the main room, Ye Chenyang still had to catch his breath before he finally calmed down.
"Where's the stuff?" Second Master Ye asked casually, sitting in his chair and drinking his now-cold tea. However, the disdain in his eyes and on his face was obvious even to Tuanzi and Xiao Jiu beside him.
"Grandpa Ye, do you not like it?"
Ye Jiman actually nodded. This can be called tea? The tea he used to wash cups in the capital was far better than this.
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