"Did you eat?" Yang Chuxia asked again, "the meatballs my mom made today are really good. Did you have some?"
Ye Zi’an nodded, "I ate one, it was delicious."
"Why only one? There’s such a big bowl of them."
Ye Zi’an laughed softly, "Auntie Li’s cooking is so good that as soon as the dishes were served, everyone was captivated by the aroma and finished them quickly."
"Really? My mom’s cooking is indeed delicious." She thought about it, looked at the several meatballs in her bowl, and picked one up with her chopsticks for Ye Zi’an, "Here, I have a lot in my bowl, you can have another one."
Ye Zi’an blankly looked at her outstretched chopsticks, but Yang Chuxia didn’t notice they were her own chopsticks.
However, Ye Zi’an only hesitated for a moment before lowering his head to bite the meatball off the chopsticks.
Just as he was biting the meatball, a shout came from behind, making him cough and drop the meatball on the ground.
"Whoa whoa whoa, Brother An, Xiaxia, what are you two doing, feeding each other?" The speaker was also a teenager, about fifteen or sixteen, slightly older than Ye Zi’an, and he was Auntie Li’s eldest son.
"Can you keep your voice down!" Yang Chuxia was displeased with the sudden appearance of the visitor. Seeing Brother An covering his mouth, she asked, "Are you okay?"
Ye Zi’an shook his head, there was nothing wrong, except he bit his tongue. It was just when he was about to bite the meatball that this person started shouting and the meatball dropped to the ground, causing him to bite his tongue.
The young man shrugged innocently, "I’m not usually that loud." However, recalling what he had just seen, he said with a smile, "Why do you two need to feed each other just to eat?"
With the noises they were making, everyone inside could hear their conversation.
Some of the older people began teasing Yang Dachuan, "Third Brother, it looks like you already have a son-in-law in your family."
Those a little younger, just a bit older than Ye Zi’an, didn’t dare to tease Yang Dachuan, but when they heard the teenager shouting about Yang Chuxia and Ye Zi’an feeding each other, they were very interested.
They came out and laughed at Yang Chuxia, "I have to say, Spicy Girl, you and Brother An are really hitting it off, huh? You’re moving pretty fast, I didn’t even hear any news about it."
Although the ancient times were more restrained and conservative than modern times, life in the countryside was much more relaxed, and the occasional joke was not harmful.
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia hesitated at first. She thought she had been hearing people talk about her and Brother An more often lately. Then she frowned, glanced at Brother An, and found that he looked even better with a shy look.
No wonder Yang Lichun liked him, and Qian Xiaoqing did too. She always stared at him, which made her uneasy. And she wondered, did she really like Brother An? She looked at him again and thought she might like him, and felt that he was quite good.
If he was good, well, then he was hers!
So she hummed at the speaker, "So what? I have my eyes set on Brother An, do you have a problem with that?"
The young man who had spoken was taken aback by her response and then clapped his hands and laughed, "Spicy Girl is Spicy Girl, not like anyone else."
If it had been another girl, she would have been too embarrassed and run back into the room. However, if it had been another girl, he would not have joked .
Actually, he assumed Yang Chuxia’s straightforward temperament wouldn’t be offended, and also these two were still young. If Yang Chuxia were his age, he would never have joked .
The people inside, including the Land Officer’s wife, came out and laughed when they heard Yang Chuxia’s words.