Ye Shiheng dragged a round stool over and sat next to Madam Ouyang.
"Hurry up and go accompany your husband." Ye Shiheng was very depressed and unhappy that he had been scolded by his father for no reason.
The old general said coldly, "You have made a name for yourself. Your grandson's wife didn't provoke you, why are you so angry at her?"
He looked at Hua Fushu, a rare affability in his eyes, "Granddaughter-in-law, ignore your father-in-law and come play chess with us."
Ye Zelin also said: "Fushu, come here."
Hua Fushu went over to play chess with the grandparents.
The old general ordered the maid to bring a chair over for Hua Fushu to sit on.
Hua Fushu just sat there and watched the grandparents and grandchildren play chess.
Maybe it was because Hua Fushu was watching them from the side, but every move Ye Zelin made was made after careful consideration.
Playing chess is just for entertainment and to kill time. The more Hua Fushu read on, the more he felt that the chess game between Ye Zelin and the old general had a game-like feel, like an open and covert struggle.
This game of chess lasted a long time, and it wasn't over until someone got sleepy.
Yue Zheng walked up to Hua Fushu with half-closed eyes, took her arm and said, "Sister, I'm sleepy. I want to go to bed."
Ye Zelin turned around and said, "Carry Ah Zheng back to sleep."
The old general also said, "Take your junior brother back, don't tire the child out."
Hua Fushu picked up Yue Zheng, stroking his back with one hand and supporting his hips with the other.
Yue Zheng rested his head on his sister's shoulder, unable to open his eyes, but he still waved politely to everyone, "Good night to my brother-in-law, good night to my grandpa, good night to my uncle and aunt, good night to my uncle and aunt, good night to my fourth brother and sister Huan."
"Good night." Ye Zelin said.
"Good night to you too." The old general replied politely.
Hua Fushu looked at Dugu Lanxi and said, "Sister-in-law, you are pregnant and should not stay up late. Let's go back together."
Madam Ouyang said to her eldest son, "Yunlu, accompany Lanxi back."
Even without mentioning his mother and younger siblings, Ye Yunlu was planning to take Dugu Lanxi back home to rest. When they mentioned it, he immediately stood up and helped Dugu Lanxi up, "Let's go back. The baby in your belly also needs to rest."
Dugu Lanxi nodded, "Let's go."
Several people left Feiyuan together and headed towards Guanju Pavilion.
The old general placed a black piece, blocking the white piece's retreat. He said meaningfully, "Your piece has no way to retreat."
Ye Zelin held the white piece with two fingers, thinking about where to land. "If it's not a desperate situation, how do you know there is no way out? If there is no way out, I will fight my way out."
"Do you insist on taking that road?" asked the old general.
Ye Zelin said calmly, but with unusual persistence, "I won't stop until I die."
The old general said, "Your bones are extremely tough."
Ye Zelin retorted, "Aren't you the same?"
Not long after, Hua Fushu returned to Feiyuan. At this time, the chess game between the old general and Ye Zelin had just finished.
Ye Zelin killed all of his grandfather's chess pieces.
He looked at the old general with a victorious attitude and declared his victory, "Grandfather, you lost."
The old general felt a bit resentful towards his grandson. He said, "You are so old, yet you don't know how to give way to an old man."
Ye Zelin laughed, "If you give in to your grandfather, the loser will be your grandson. Chess is a game of strategy, so giving in will defeat the purpose of playing chess. How boring."
Hua Fushu had no idea that the grandfather and grandson were secretly fighting. He just thought they were chatting about their chess experience and casually added, "Chess should be fair. What's the point of giving in? It's better not to play at all."
The maid brought hot red bean cakes to fill the stomachs of the masters who were staying up late to welcome the New Year.
The red bean cake is of excellent quality, crystal clear, and you can see the soft, sweet and fragrant red beans.
The maid handed the old general a pair of chopsticks, and the old general handed the chopsticks to Ye Zelin. He said, "Grandfather remembers that you like to eat red bean cakes. The red bean cakes made in my small kitchen are delicious. You will definitely like them if you try them."
Ye Zelin didn't take the chopsticks handed to him by the old general, but looked directly at him, "Grandfather, don't you know? Your grandson doesn't like red bean cakes. He hasn't liked them for ten years."
The old general's face was slightly stiff. He had no idea that Ye Zelin didn't like red bean cakes. He only remembered that Ye Zelin especially liked to eat red bean cakes when he was a child, especially when he was three or four years old and ignorant, he often ran to Feiyuan to eat red bean cakes.
Even though he didn't love his grandson Ye Zelin very much at that time, every time he came to Feiyuan and said he wanted to eat red bean cake, he would still have someone prepare red bean cake for him.
Later, Ye Zelin grew up and came to Feiyuan less often, so he rarely ate the red bean cakes made in Feiyuan's small kitchen.
He also didn't know that Ye Zelin no longer liked eating red bean cakes when he grew up.
Hua Fushu was surprised. She didn't expect Ye Zelin to say this suddenly. Was he going to question the old general about the red bean cake incident?
If Ye Zelin wanted to talk about the red bean cake poisoning incident at this time, she would definitely not stop him.
Ye Zelin was the victim of the red bean cake poisoning incident. He had the right to choose when and how to make it public.
Ye Zelin looked calm as usual, and he had no intention of talking about what happened back then.
The old general took back the hand that was holding out the chopsticks and said, "Lin'er, Grandfather didn't know that you didn't like red bean cake anymore."
At this moment, Ruhuan somehow managed to interject, "Brother, you love red bean cake the most, why don't you like it anymore?"
After hearing Ruhuan's words, the old general suddenly understood that it was not that he didn't like eating red bean cakes, but that he didn't want to eat the red bean cakes made by his Feiyuan.
To be exact, Ye Zelin didn't want to eat anything given by his grandfather.
The atmosphere suddenly became subtle.
Hua Fushu was afraid that the discordant grandparents would quarrel, so he quickly tried to smooth things over and lighten the mood. "I say, Zelin, you shouldn't be like this. Wasn't it just last time when you were eating red bean cake that I told you, a grown man, that you like sweets like a girl, and that's why you refused to eat the red bean cake?"
It was Chinese New Year, and it was a rare opportunity for everyone to stay up together to celebrate the New Year. The old general didn't want to lose his temper and spoil everyone's fun, so he just said, "If you don't want to eat, then don't eat."
Ye Zelin was too lazy to respond to his grandfather's words. He took Hua Fushu's little hand and went to the charcoal brazier to warm himself by the fire.
The hour of Hai passed, and midnight arrived. Thousands of brilliantly colored fireworks blossomed in the night, illuminating the dark sky with a brilliant white. The crackling sound of firecrackers echoed in every street and alley, reaching the sky and lasting forever.
The fireworks are colorful, the firecrackers are bright red and festive, both of them bid farewell to the old year and usher in the new year...
It was past midnight and everyone was feeling sleepy, so the old general told them to go back to their rooms.
On the way, Hua Fushu's delicate hand was held by Ye Zelin's warm big hand. Under the dim candlelight, it seemed as if the years were peaceful and tranquil.
Hua Fushu asked him, "Zelin, Fang Zaifeiyuan, do you blame me for lying to smooth things over?"
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