I don't know how Old Yang and Yang Huaming talked, but anyway, for the next three days, Yang Huaming didn't leave the old house half a step. Yang Hua Zhou's family had dinner, inviting everyone from Old Yang's various branches to come over for a meal. Even Yang Huaming, who liked lively gatherings the most, didn't show up.

And Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaizhou, they had also made an agreement beforehand that none of them would go to coax him, just let him do whatever he wanted.

It turns out that there are some people in this world who, when those around them care about their feelings, will deliberately cause trouble.

When he's ignored, he calms down.

Yang Huaming is a typical example of this type.

On the 12th day of the first lunar month, he came to Yang Huazhong specially carrying gifts.

"Third brother, I'm here to invite you all for dinner tonight. I went to the town today and bought some wine and dishes. Let's all gather at my place tonight." he said.

"And Lao Wu and Yongjin, I've already said hello to them beforehand. Everyone will go there at night!"

The invitation sounded very sincere.

Yang Huazhong got straight to the point: "If this dinner is just a simple family gathering, I'll naturally go. But if it's your Hongmen banquet, and you want me to get involved in this mess again, then I won't go."

Yang Huaming quickly raised his hand and swore: "If Third Brother doesn't believe me, I swear by my own son, Gou Dan..."

Yang Huazhong quickly stopped him: "Enough, enough. Don't talk nonsense. I'll go myself!"

Yang Huaming specially invited Yang Ruqing over, and she couldn't refuse his hospitality. At night, everyone gathered at Yang Huaming's place. They borrowed the large dining hall from the main house and feasted and drank merrily.

After a good meal and drinks, everyone sat together chatting.

Tan held Dog Egg, who was asleep in her arms.

Xia Juan walked over, wanting to take Gou Dan from Tan Shi here, but was pushed away by Tan Shi.

"I told you I'm taking care of Gou Dan now, what are you still doing?" Tan said angrily.

During this period, Gou Dan truly followed the Tan family. During the day, Liu shi would come to help take care of things.

Tan simply wouldn't allow Xiaojuan to get near Goudan, but while Xiaojuan was responsible for doing laundry and cooking, Tan focused on playing with him, while Liu took care of feeding and watering him.

Pushed away by Tan, Xiao Juan looked unhappy and still wanted to step forward, but she was squeezed aside by Liu.

“Our mother is the mistress of our Yang family’s backyard. What our mother says goes. You're at least a son from a big family in Yun City, you've been taught these rules since you were young, how can you be so clueless?” Liu shi sneered and squeezed Xiao Juan.

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Xiaojuan was actually speechless, driven to that by Liu's relentless pressure. She looked helplessly towards Yang Huaming for help.

Yang Huaming could only gesture with his eyes for Xiao Juan to go out first. He was in a precarious position himself right now, because of the last incident with the Hu family, he had offended everyone.

The most urgent thing is to seize every opportunity to repair the relationship. Otherwise, if the job at the restaurant is taken back, it's really over.

“Go back, go back. Gou Dan is at my mother's place. What’s there to worry about with your own flesh and blood grandson? You better go back to the house quickly!” Yang Huaming urged Xiao Juan in a low voice.

Xiaojuan had no choice but to leave the canteen with her steps heavy and hesitant. As she stepped out, a cold wind hit her face, and tears streamed down Xiaojuan's cheeks.

A thousand times no, ten thousand times no, one should not pinch their own son just to avoid getting scolded! Having been caught red-handed by Qinger, the image of a good daughter-in-law that she had cultivated for so many years in Lao Yang's family has been ruined.

After Xia Juan left, the atmosphere in the dining hall remained as pleasant as ever.

Mrs. Tan asked Yang Huazhong, “It’s about time Xiaohua should have given birth, right? Have you heard any news from the capital?”

When asked about this, Yang Huazhong put down the teacup in his hand and replied seriously: "If we follow the previous calculations, the child should be born around the New Year. However, I haven't received any letters from the capital yet, so I don't know what's going on."

Old Yang nodded, then turned his gaze to Yang Ruqing: "Haven't heard from Ruqing either, have we?"

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Yang Ruqing smiled, "Grandpa, you're asking that as if I wouldn't tell my father immediately if I had news. Would I hide it from him?"

Lao Yang was taken aback for a moment, then smiled somewhat awkwardly, "As people get older, sometimes their words become a bit muddled. Please forgive me!"

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Yang Ruqing smiled and continued, "I guess this news is most likely on its way, and we might know the results very soon."

Yang Ruohui really wondered if she was a great fortune teller?

Because it had only been two or three days since she had spoken those words, on the afternoon of the Lantern Festival, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, she was making dumplings in the kitchen when Luofengtang rushed in from outside, holding a letter.

“Qing’er, a letter from the capital has arrived, written by Da'an!” His voice, filled with excitement, reached the kitchen even before he had fully stepped inside.

“Did Dayan write? Haha, it must be Little Peanut!”

Yang Ruqing wiped her hands on her apron and hurried over to take the note he handed her. At the door, she discovered it hadn't been opened yet.

"Why haven't you opened it?" she asked in surprise.

Luo Fengtang said, "Let you dismantle it, you like these surprises."

Yang Ruqing smiled and winked, "You still know me so well, hehe, then I'll open it!"

Luo Fengtang nodded and stood beside her.

Yang Ruqing neatly opened the letter, revealing a thin sheet of paper. She scanned it quickly and her breathing became rapid.

Although she knew Luofengtang was standing behind her, definitely having seen the contents of the letter, she couldn't help but excitedly turn around, grabbed Luofengtang's arm and jumped up.

“My dear niece, I’m an aunt now! I have a nephew! Hahaha!”

She was so overjoyed that she danced with delight. This excitement and happiness were just as intense as when she first gave birth to her children.

Seeing her so happy, Luofeng Tang also felt happy.

“Go tell your father-in-law this good news right away. He's been asking me every day these past few days if there’s any news.”

Yang Ruqing nodded repeatedly, took the letter and ran out, then thought of the half-made dumplings she had, and turned back.

"Or you could just send the letter, I'm still busy making mooncakes for the Lantern Festival today," she said.

When you send the letter, please tell my father and Xiao An that we'll have lunch together and celebrate the Lantern Festival.

My heart was filled with joy, and everything I did seemed effortless.

My mind keeps daydreaming about what Big An and Xiao Hua's son would look like. I’m holding a bunch of tangyuan in my fingers, one after another, plump and round. Each one seems to be infected by her joy, bobbing happily up and down as they are cooked in boiling water.

By lunchtime, Yang Huazhong and Xiao An had already arrived. Yang Huazhong had already accepted congratulations from Luotiejian and the others, sitting there with a beaming face.

Although he is a grandfather now, he looks several years younger than before.

"Tangyuan are here!"

Yang Ruqing brought over a large, open bowl. The broth inside was clear and transparent, with glutinous rice balls like warm jade pebbles. Placed on the table, it wasn't merely food, but rather a work of art, an adornment. Perfectly smooth and flawless, its beauty made everyone hesitate to pick up their chopsticks.

"In this bowl of tangyuan, I've hidden a coin. Whoever eats it will have good luck all year long!"

Yang Ruoqing picked up a spoon and winked at the people at the table with a smile.

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