As a result, the front door of Yang Chuxia’s house was busy with people coming and going all afternoon.
"Ai, how come you haven’t seen your brother Zi’an the whole afternoon?" Yang Chuxia glanced at Yang Qingrui, who was playing with a frog nearby, and asked.
"I don’t know, I didn’t see him." Yang Qingrui shook his head.
Luo Linhao also shook his head, "Cousin is not in the small building, I didn’t see him."
Yang Chuxia found this slightly strange but didn’t inquire further, and went to watch Ms. Wang and the others make fishballs.
In the kitchen, the minced fish had just been fried, and they smelled delicious.
She couldn’t help but pick up a piece with her fingers and put it in her mouth, "Mom, this fried fish is actually quite good, small and crispy on the outside."
"As long as you like it!" Ms. Wang took a plate and put some pieces on it, "Take this to your brothers."
Yang Chuxia shook her head, "Better not, there are so many people outside, not enough to go around."
Ms. Wang thought so too. With the opera performance outside, there were lots of children around. It wasn’t that she was stingy with food, but there were too many people, and giving to some while excluding others would not be good.
"Mom, when you pack these fish pieces later, use those oil paper umbrella bags, or they’ll get soft."
Xiu’er said, "Miss, those oil paper bags are ready, just waiting to be packed."
Hehe, I must have worried too much."
Ms. Wang looked at her, with some oil still on the corner of her mouth, and touched her forehead, "Aren’t you always concerned? Being worried about one thing after another all year round. It’s actually your father and I who enjoy our days at home. Our family has really lived a better life."
"Mom hasn’t enjoyed leisure in the past year. She’s the one responsible for everything in our home, right?"
"What the Miss said is true. The Lady is in charge of pickling drunken crabs and frying nuts all year round without any slack."
"Just this little girl knows how to talk." Ms. Wang playfully scolded Xiu’er, then placed the fish balls in the pot, and said to Yang Chuxia, "For these fishballs, I plan to fry some and boil some."
Yang Chuxia had no objection, "Whatever you think is delicious, just do it that way."
Ms. Wang nodded and suddenly said, "By the way, where is Brother An? I haven’t seen him all afternoon. Keep a watch and don’t let him stay in his room reading all the time. The exam is still some time away. Brother An is knowledgeable and doesn’t need to be so focused right now."
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia glanced at her mother, thinking that sometimes her mom had good insight, even knowing that burying one’s head in studying might not be the best thing.
"I don’t know where he went either. He left the house, and Qingrui and the others haven’t seen him."
Honestly, she found it quite strange too. She hadn’t seen Ye Zi’an since they returned to the village from Xie River, and he didn’t even eat at home.
Ye Zi’an didn’t come back until the evening. In fact, he didn’t go anywhere special, just took a trip to the town.
When Yang Chuxia asked him what he had done in town, he just laughed and didn’t give her a clear answer.
But she didn’t have to wait too long to find out what Ye Zi’an had been mysteriously doing that afternoon.
"Brother An, this necklace is really pretty." On New Year’s Eve, Yang Chuxia had just gotten out of bed and hadn’t eaten breakfast, and Ye Zi’an handed her a box, a rather large one.
When she opened it, she saw that the pearls Ye Zi’an had wanted were made into jewelry and placed in the box.
Ye Zi’an laughed, "I borrowed the old demon’s flower to offer to the Buddha."
"So you went to the town that afternoon to get this done?" Yang Chuxia held the box and asked with a smile.