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Hearing the voice, everyone turned around to see that Old Man Mo had arrived.
Upon seeing Old Man Mo, Ziyan handed the bamboo sieve in her hand to Wu San.
She took a few steps forward to greet Old Man Mo, saying, "So it's you, Mo Old Man. You’re in for a treat now. I was planning to wait until it was almost time to serve before having Wu San invite you over."
"I didn't expect Elder to come uninvited so soon! Hehe—"
Old Man Mo interrupted with a hearty laugh.
"Yes, tonight you must indulge yourself and savor the food!"
Looking at Old Man Mo, who seemed a bit like a mischievous old man, Ziyan couldn't help but tease him.
"Alright, alright. Since it's the future Young Master's wife cooking, how could Elder not appreciate her good intentions? Elder will certainly eat heartily."
Old Man Mo played along, knowing that the girl was easily embarrassed, and intentionally teased her in return.
This indeed made him happy; upon hearing himself referred to as the future Young Master’s wife in front of so many people, Ziyan's face instantly turned bright red. She was momentarily at a loss for words and only managed to twitch her lips a couple of times.
Then she quickly said, "Old Demon, I'm ignoring you now. I'm going to cook."
After saying that, she awkwardly turned and dashed into the kitchen.
"Haha—"
Immediately, laughter erupted from behind as Old Man Mo burst into a hearty laugh, and even Zi Lao Er and Ling Yuxuan couldn't help but chuckle.
As soon as Ziyan entered the kitchen, she could no longer afford to be shy and immediately got busy.
First, she opened one of the Braised Pots and used bamboo chopsticks to poke at the piece of pork that would soak through the marinade the easiest. Seeing that she could pierce it all the way through, she scooped out the pieces of meat and placed them in a larger bamboo sieve.
Next, she poured all the Lotus Root Slices into the original Braised Pot to marinate them as well.
Time always seemed to pass particularly quickly. After a while, probably just about two tea times, everything was done marinating.
The few people in the kitchen quickly scooped out all the marinated items and separated them into several bamboo sieves, moving them near the Well Edge to cool naturally.
After finishing all this, Ziyan mixed the Pig Trotters with a small amount of other Braised Meat and added some Tea Sugar for a bit of smoking before concluding her work.
Thinking that the guests outside had also arrived, she began preparing the final dish: Crispy Lotus Flower. This dish was not difficult; first, she mixed eggs with flour to make a batter, then used chopsticks to pick up petals coated in the batter and deep-fried them until golden.
She arranged the fried lotus pastries on two large plates to form a big flower shape, and this Crispy Lotus Flower was ready to be served.
The dinner that evening was quite lavish. The braising techniques from modern times allowed these ancient people to enjoy their meal immensely, which goes without saying.
Old Man Mo continuously praised the food while eating.
Ling Yuxuan understood his Beloved Child's abilities well, so he ate calmly and elegantly.
Wu Xiang, who had just returned, along with the Clerk and Wu San, were unable to stop eating in their own room.
In their memories, this might have been the first time in their lives they had tasted such delicious food.
Ziyan was not stingy; she had prepared a large basin filled with Braised Meat and marinated Lotus Root Slices, along with several pounds of locally produced strong liquor.
As they ate and drank, the group couldn't help but feel grateful for having such a good host, realizing that their lives were looking up.
Soon, after enjoying their meal, everyone began to disperse to their respective rooms to rest. Ziyan instructed Wu San and Wu Xiang to tidy up the rooms she had arranged for each person and light the lamps.
She then led Zi Lao Er and Zhou to the first master bedroom on the left, admiring the brand-new furnishings inside.
Zhou couldn't help but touch the large carved wardrobe, while Zi Lao Er stared in awe at the square, intricately carved sandalwood bed that was equally exquisite from top to bottom, seemingly stunned by it all.
Ziyan lazily leaned against the doorframe and smiled as she asked them, "Father, Mother, are you satisfied with this room?"
Almost in unison, Zi Lao Er and Zhou nodded in agreement, saying, "Yes, yes, we are satisfied. Our daughter has made something of herself."
"Of course! Our Yan'er is a woman who stands shoulder to shoulder with men."
Ziying, who had just entered last, chimed in, teasing her sister with a playful expression.
At that moment, Zi Lao Er and Zhou felt deeply gratified. They silently celebrated that their most difficult days were finally behind them.
"Alright, Father and Mother, you should rest early. I'll take my sister to her room."
Seeing that it was getting late, Ziyan stepped out of her parents' room and turned to take her sister's hand as they headed to the second-floor room she had chosen for Ziying on the left.
Once inside the room, Ziying was so excited that she immediately kicked off her shoes and jumped onto the bed.
Before Ziyan could react, she rolled over several times on the bed.
"What are you doing?"
Ziyan asked with amusement.
"Of course, I'm testing whether this bed is flat or not. Hmm! It's great, much better than the wooden bed at home. Sister, are we going to live here for a long time? It feels like a dream."
Ziying murmured, filled with emotion and a bit incredulous.
"Of course it's not a dream. As long as our family stays united and works hard to earn money, soon you'll be living in an even better house and sleeping on a more comfortable bed."
"Really? Just being able to live in a house like this in my lifetime makes me quite satisfied."
Ziying replied to her sister while gently stroking the silky pillowcase, unable to resist its softness.
"Alright, then you should get some rest. I'm going back to my own room now. Good night!"
"Eh? Which room are you sleeping in?"
Upon hearing her sister mention going back to her own room, Ziying was momentarily confused.
At home, they usually shared a room, and just moments ago she thought they would still be sharing a room here.
Noticing her sister's confusion, Ziyan replied, "There are plenty of rooms here. From now on, I'll sleep in the room on the second floor across the hall. If you have a nightmare at night, just call out; I can hear you."
"Cut, who is having nightmares? You can go."
Ziying replied stubbornly to her sister and suddenly thought of someone, so she teasingly asked, "So—does Gu Young Master sleep over there too?"
"Yeah, she sleeps in the room next to mine, which means there's one room in between."
"Oh—so that's how it is?" Ziying couldn't help but want to tease her sister when she saw her slightly embarrassed expression.
Ziyan stopped responding, turned around, and closed the door behind her as she went downstairs toward her own room.
At that moment, a loud laugh from Ziying echoed behind her, clearly pleased with herself.
Ziyan chose to ignore it. Outside, the moonlight was clear and serene, but she felt no particular attachment to such a night.
Soon, Ziyan recalled the man wearing the Golden Mask whom she had encountered at Drunken Immortal Residence with Ling Yuxuan earlier that afternoon.
She quickened her pace and arrived at her door, only to find the candlelight inside bright and the door wide open. Someone was sitting alone at the table in the center of the room, seemingly lost in thought.
Upon seeing Ziyan return, his eyes lit up noticeably, and a faint yet elegant smile appeared on his deep-set eyes.
He had already changed out of the rough dark blue short robe he wore during the day and was now dressed in white. This color and style highlighted his inherent elegance and handsome demeanor perfectly.
At first glance, he resembled an extraordinarily graceful celestial being descending to the mortal realm.
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