Chapter 166 The Second Concubine's Family
Although the Yang family was not extremely wealthy, they were considered a well-off family in Haicheng.
They had a detached house with its own courtyard, where Yang's mother had planted many flowers and plants, making the garden full of spring colors and lush greenery. The house was spacious, furnished with the finest huanghuali wood furniture, and the walls were adorned with various calligraphy and paintings by famous artists.
As soon as she entered the door, Mao Mao tilted her little head up and twitched her nose.
She smelled a familiar aroma—the crispy fried fish that her second aunt had brought back from home during the Lunar New Year.
Mao Mao's lips glistened: "Third Auntie, it smells good."
The second concubine also smelled it, but instead of giving it to her, she squatted down and touched her round little belly: "Mao Mao, can you still eat?"
Mao Mao ate a lot of breakfast before leaving home, and now her little belly is round and bulging, not yet fully digested.
Mao Mao thought for a moment and said, "Then we'll eat later."
In short, don't forget to feed Mao Mao!
The second concubine laughed heartily: "Don't worry, we can't let Mao Mao go without anyone else."
"Don't worry, I'll be ready as soon as you send someone back with the message," Yang's mother said. "I fried a huge pot of fish, more than we can finish in one meal. Besides, I have a lot of other specialties besides fried fish."
Yang's mother had heard her daughter mention before that little Mao Mao loved eating delicious food. Coincidentally, she was also an excellent cook and had many unique recipes.
For example, the crispy fried fish dish was so delicious that even the chefs at the Marshal's Mansion couldn't replicate it, so the Second Concubine called home specifically to ask.
Thinking back to the baby's heavy weight when she held her just now, Yang's mother's description of her daughter felt more real. This little one not only loves to eat, but every bite is well-eaten.
Mr. Yang walked to the head seat with his hands behind his back, habitually picked up his pipe, but before he could put it in his mouth, he thought of something and put it down again.
Without a cigarette in his mouth, he felt uneasy and coughed a few times to clear his throat. When he looked up, he saw the little child staring at him with his big, dark eyes.
Their eyes met, and Mao Mao greeted him politely: "Grandpa, hello there."
Yang's father: "...Hmm."
Mr. Yang nodded: "Your name is Mao Mao?"
“It’s Mao Mao Da.”
Which "卯" character?
Mao Mao tilted her head and looked at him blankly: "It's Mao Mao."
"..."
Mr. Yang then asked, "How old are you this year? Have you started school? How many characters can you write?"
"I'm four years old!" Mao Mao proudly raised her chubby chin and said, "Mao Mao can count to twenty!" Her fourth brother praised Mao Mao for being very smart.
Father Yang: "Okay, then you count them for me..."
"What are you counting?" The second concubine interrupted her father. "Mao Mao is here to visit us, to play. She's not your student. Don't scare her away, or she won't dare to come again."
Yang's father: "..."
Yang's father kept quiet, put the pipe in his mouth but didn't smoke it, just left it there, glancing at the little girl out of the corner of his eye.
Although it was her first time here, Mao Mao was not at all shy.
She was very outgoing and would obediently call out to her grandparents when asked, and would answer any question. When her mother wanted to take her to see the flowers she had planted, she was very enthusiastic, toddling along behind with her short legs. She would respond to each introduction with a soft, sweet voice, and her well-behaved and polite manner made her mother very happy.
The courtyard was filled with the laughter of the Yang family mother and daughter.
Yang's father, also carrying a pipe, followed silently behind.
They heard that a fourth concubine with a child had arrived at the Marshal's mansion, and at first they were puzzled as to why there was a child. It wasn't until the second concubine returned home that they heard the child being praised again and again, saying that she was the apple of the Marshal's eye.
Looking at it now...
Yes, she is indeed very likable.
Then I saw my daughter holding hands with the little baby, not letting go all morning, her baby voice calling "Mommy," they looked very close and had a good relationship.
It's just like how a biological mother and daughter would treat each other.
Halfway through the morning, Uncle Yang returned.
He came in carrying a slab of pork and immediately asked, "Dad, Mom, is my sister back? Oh my, what a cute little girl, is this Mao Mao?"
Having already been taught, Mao Mao greeted him politely, "Uncle, hello there."
Yang's uncle immediately beamed with joy.
The siblings look alike, but Uncle Yang is round and has a pair of round-framed glasses perched on the side of his face, giving him a rather festive appearance.
He held up the pork in his hand: "I went to the market in the south of the city today to buy a piece of pork belly. Look at this pork belly, five layers, it's perfectly shaped. It will definitely taste especially delicious when made into braised pork."
Mao Mao's eyes sparkled, and she nodded vigorously: "Delicious!"
"Right?" Uncle Yang praised, "You little one, you have a good appetite. I'll reward you with the biggest piece later."
"Thank you, Uncle."
He carried the pork to the kitchen, and Mao Mao quickly became his little shadow, following him everywhere.
"Dad, Grandpa and Grandma—I'm back!"
A clear, melodious voice came from outside the door. As the voice grew closer, a young woman practically skipped in: "Look who I brought back!"
She was accompanied by a young man in a suit.
Mao Mao looked over curiously and met the gaze of the new lady.
Yang Lingyi was taken aback: "Where did this child come from?"
Yang's mother introduced, "Lingyi, this is Maomao."
"So you're Mao Mao?" Yang Lingyi had heard her aunt mention you before, and her eyes lit up immediately. She abandoned her companion and came over, squatting down in front of the little girl. "Seeing is believing! You're just as cute as my aunt described!"
Mao Mao looked at the unfamiliar older sister in front of her with curiosity. Yang Lingyi wanted to reach out and touch her little face, but stopped when she put her hand in front of her, afraid of being too presumptuous. Mao Mao took the initiative to lean her head in and rub her palm against hers. "Hello, older sister."
Yang Lingyi was overjoyed and took advantage of the situation to touch her soft face: "Hello, hello, Mao Mao, you are so cute."
The second concubine stood to the side, looking incredibly proud.
Her daughter is so cute!
"Lingyi, why did you suddenly come home? You didn't tell me beforehand." Mother Yang asked, glancing behind her, "And who is this...?"
Yang Lingyi then remembered and pulled the young man who had come with her over.
"Grandpa and Grandma, this is Zixuan. We were just passing by, so I brought him to meet you."
Sun Zixuan greeted them reservedly, "Hello."
I've never even heard of this before.
I don't even know how to call them.
Mao Mao obediently held the second aunt's hand, tilted her little head up, and looked at the second aunt with a puzzled expression.
The second concubine, however, had no time to teach her at this moment.
She looked at her niece in surprise: "Is that...your boyfriend, Sun Zixuan?"
Yang Lingyi, holding her boyfriend's hand, nodded shyly: "Yes, it's him."
"I was thinking of bringing him to see you all, but it's such a coincidence that you're home today, Aunt. But it's perfect timing, so you can meet him too," Yang Lingyi said proudly. "Zixuan is so outstanding."
The second concubine praised, "Indeed, he is a very handsome man."
Sun Zixuan was a little embarrassed by the praise: "You flatter me."
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