"Why didn’t you stop them!" Qin Zhiyuan appeared very agitated.
Old Zhuo replied gloomily, "Why should I stop them? It’s a great thing!"
"What’s so great about it? If Old Ye finds out about this, won’t it explode? You know Old Ye’s temper!" Qin Zhiyuan glared.
Old Zhuo waved his hand and said, "What’s the big deal, the two of them have already cooked the rice and even gotten their certificate. Even if Old Ye gets angry, what can he do?"
"I’m not worried about that!" Qin Zhiyuan remembered standing up and pacing back and forth. "I’m worried about Xiaochen."
You don’t know how hard it is to raise a child until you raise one; Qin Zhiyuan’s biggest worry was Yang Chen, although they weren’t father and son, they were even closer!
"With Xiaoxin around, you have even less to worry about." Old Zhuo said with a smile.
Qin Zhiyuan glared at Old Zhuo, slightly angry: "And what is Old Ye’s status now? What’s his son’s status? Can you joke about this? Now Xiaoxin is a princess! If a princess gets married, if Old Ye finds out, will he let Yang Chen off easily? Moreover, if Yang Chen’s identity is discovered, it’s literally life-threatening!"
Li Muyang, listening on the side, was perplexed. He didn’t know what the two old men were arguing about.
Upon hearing, Li Muyang suddenly realized, it was about investigating Yang Chen’s identity.
But... does Yang Chen have some mysterious identity?
If Yang Chen is a Captain, the Ye family should know, there’s no need for secrecy.
Li Muyang thought for a moment and said, "Uncle Zhuo, I think there’s no need to worry about Yang Chen’s identity, regarding the man-made island—"
"Shut up!" Old Zhuo sternly interrupted and glared at him, "You go outside first!"
"Uh!" Li Muyang was stunned, glanced at them, and noticed the solemn expressions on their faces, not joking at all, realizing people of their age wouldn’t speak nonsense about such matters.
Li Muyang stood up and walked to the yard.
He asked Xiaowang for a cigarette, lit it, and smoked thoughtfully.
In his view, Uncle Zhuo calling Qin Zhiyuan "old classmate" meant they were old Guards together. And seeing Qin Zhiyuan know the Ye family people and call him "Old Ye" reflected some special identity.
In this way, the matter they were discussing probably wasn’t what he thought.
Yang Chen... what exactly is his identity?
Li Muyang furrowed his brows, pondering deeply.
Qin Zhiyuan, hands on the table, stared at Old Zhuo, asking in a low voice, "What exactly are you thinking?"
Old Zhuo chuckled, "Old classmate, do you still not understand?"
Qin Zhiyuan glared, eyes wide.
Old Zhuo saw this, waved his hand, and laughed.
He realized Qin Zhiyuan truly lacked political insight, unable to see through things. His choice to leave this circle back then was a wise decision.
So, Old Zhuo stopped beating around the bush and directly said, "Old classmate, think about it, what’s Yang Chen’s status now? If his identity is exposed, we can’t predict what those in power will think, but the only certainty is that being in position demands duty, and Yang Chen’s appearance is taboo! Something authoritative figures won’t allow! But think about it, even though I haven’t been to Jin Chen or the man-made island, I have my resources! Besides, no matter how unreasonable Old Ye is, especially with his favorite granddaughter involved, Yang Chen being his granddaughter’s husband, would he just stand by nonchalantly?"
Hearing this, Qin Zhiyuan’s tightly furrowed brows eased a bit.
He thought for a moment and said, "But have you considered that if the Ye family investigates Yang Chen’s identity, it might force Yang Chen’s identity to expose prematurely?"
Old Zhuo smiled, "I believe even if Old Ye can’t find out, he won’t reveal it."
"When the ship reaches the bridge, it will straighten naturally, just wait!" Old Zhuo laughed heartily, poured a cup of tea, and said, "Come! Have some tea! Muyang, come back!"
Ye Xin was busy helping Yang Chen, working hard.
Yang Chen looked at Ye Xin and smiled, "Why insist on coming here, little lady, the kitchen is so dirty."
"I’m helping you, see, without me you’d definitely be busy, right?" Ye Xin said while handing prepared spices to Yang Chen.
The cooks had their eyes glued not to the stove but almost hanging on Ye Xin.
Yang Chen shook his head helplessly and smiled wryly.
He adjusted the sauce, arranged the drunken shrimp neatly, and put them aside.
"Now let’s steam some crabs." Yang Chen placed a pot on the stove, then lifted a bucket of crabs and handed it to Ye Xin.
Ye Xin blinked and asked in surprise, "You want me to steam them?"
Yang Chen nodded with a smile.
Ye Xin hesitated for a moment, took the bucket from Yang Chen’s hand.
Looking at the crabs waving their claws in the bucket, Ye Xin was a bit scared, "How do I do this?"
Yang Chen walked behind Ye Xin, embraced her, and helped her lift the bucket, ", just pour it in."
Saying so, the bucket tilted, and the crabs dropped in like dumplings.
Because it was already very hot inside, once the crabs dropped in, they started crawling out madly, going everywhere.
"Don’t run!" Ye Xin exclaimed, her jade hands quickly grabbed the crabs just clawing out and threw them back in, then covered the pot with a lid.
Yang Chen watched from the side, dumbfounded.
He blinked, feeling a bit disheartened.
He initially thought women would scream and panic when doing such tasks.
That way, Yang Chen would have the chance to showcase himself, a hero saving the beauty.
But Ye Xin didn’t play by the rules, much faster than he was, giving Yang Chen no chance to demonstrate at all.
"Phew!" Ye Xin turned around, exhaled, and smiled at Yang Chen, "That scared me to death!"
Yang Chen curled his mouth, feigned a smile, awkwardly saying, "Um... you... did well!"
"Really?" Ye Xin excitedly said, "This is my first time cooking!"
Back in the wild, Ye Xin could barely make edible barbecue, but at home, she was hopeless.
Yang Chen nodded, "Yes, you did great!"
"Fantastic!" Ye Xin excitedly wrapped her arm around Yang Chen’s, coquettishly, "Then I’ll often cook for you from now on, hubby!"
This sweet, syrupy "hubby" almost sent Yang Chen’s soul flying away.
"Hehe! Alright!" Yang Chen happily agreed.
The surrounding cooks clenched their fists, hearts burning with jealousy, silently lamenting why such a thing didn’t happen to them?
They also wished to pour a pot of oil on Yang Chen, then replace him, being arm-in-arm with Ye Xin, called hubby sweetly.
Alas... it’s impossible.