Looking at her son, who was about the same height as her, Bai Xi felt very gratified.

She finally saw her son's confident and composed demeanor in this lifetime, a stark contrast to his timid and insecure self in her previous life.

Hu Qiaosheng, who followed Hu Mingpeng in, also looked frightened. "This little guy has so much energy. He hasn't stopped talking the whole way. He's driving me crazy. I can still hear his chattering in my ears."

Yang Zhi couldn't stand others talking badly about his son, so he immediately retorted, "Hey, you're not talking like you're so quiet. Aren't you two the same?"

Hu Qiaosheng was annoyed that Yang Zhi took his joke so seriously. He said, "You can spoil your son all you want."

Yang Zhi said sarcastically to Hu Qiaosheng, "The way you're talking makes it sound like you don't spoil your son at all."

At this moment, Yang Minghui noticed that his mother was not upstairs, so he ran downstairs again. As soon as he saw Bai Xi in the living room, he immediately rushed into his mother's arms and even took the time to mutter to his father.

"Dad, my mom is in the living room! Why didn't you tell me? You made me go upstairs to look for her! Honestly!"

When Yang Zhi saw his youngest son come down, he knew that the little guy would definitely blame him, his father, for not reminding him when he couldn't find his mother.

Sure enough, her little mouth started firing like a machine gun, a barrage of complaints.

Yang Zhi didn't want his son to take over his wife as soon as he came back, so he pulled him out of Bai Xi's arms.

She gently patted his bottom twice and asked, "You ran upstairs as soon as you arrived. Did you give me a chance to remind you? All you do is complain about your father. You don't know how to respect your old man at all."

Seeing his father looking aggrieved, Yang Minghui generously said:

"Then I forgive you. I'll let it go this time. As punishment, I'll sleep in the bed with Mom tonight and Dad will sleep on the sofa. But remember to remind me next time."

Yang Zhi was so angry at his youngest son's shameless behavior that he felt a tightness in his chest. He looked pitifully at his wife, begging for a hug.

Bai Xi ignored them and pulled her eldest son aside to ask him about his recent situation.

Seeing Yang Zhi rendered speechless by his son's retort, Hu Qiaosheng burst into laughter. "Haha, Old Yang, you've finally met your match! Your youngest son is here to stab you in the back, isn't he?"

Yang Zhi couldn't stand Hu Qiao's smug look. "You still have the nerve to laugh? At least I have a wife to comfort me. What's there to be proud of in a bachelor like you?"

These two love to poke at each other's weak spots; they don't hold back at all!

Hu Qiaosheng lay on the sofa, looking like Ge You, and said nonchalantly, "I'm rich and good-looking, so getting married is a piece of cake for me. But I don't want to be a sucker and let others take advantage of me."

“When I was poor, who wouldn’t look down on me? Now that I’m rich, all those women want to throw themselves at me. Don’t I have to suspect they have ulterior motives?”

"The women who are pursuing me now say they're not after my money, but me as a person. If I were penniless, who would want me?"

Bai Xi couldn't stand Hu Qiaosheng's disdainful attitude towards women and immediately retorted:

"Come on, if you didn't have money, who would even look at you? Besides, everyone has to have some strengths, right? You're not good-looking, you're not tall, having money is your only strength."

"If you don't want to get married, just say so. Don't talk nonsense here and be picky. You and they are just using each other."

Hu Qiaosheng felt incredibly aggrieved when Bai Xi described him so poorly. If he was really that bad, how could Bai Xi have fallen for him back then? Was she blind?

However, it wasn't appropriate to say that now, so he didn't bother arguing with the woman. The main reason was that he felt a little uneasy in front of Bai Xi.

When Yang Minghui saw that Uncle Hu was being scolded by his mother, he felt that since Uncle Hu was his brother's father, he should comfort him.

Yang Minghui looked at his mother, then at Uncle Hu, and decided to help his mother.

Yang Minghui: "Mom, are you two arguing? Don't be angry, don't pay attention to Uncle Hu, I'll get revenge for you later."

Looking at her youngest son, Bai Xi adorably ruffled his hair. "No, we were just discussing something. You little rascal, why are you curious about everything?"

Hu Mingpeng knew what the adults were talking about, but as a son, he wouldn't interrupt his parents. The three of them often bickered whenever they were together, and he was used to it.

Yang Zhi asked his eldest son, "Why didn't Grandpa and Grandma come back with you this time?"

Hu Qiaosheng felt helpless when he thought of Grandpa Yang and the others' stubbornness. "My brother and I tried to persuade them for a long time, but they just wouldn't come. They said they weren't comfortable living in the city and preferred the liveliness of the village."

Yang Zhi knew his parents' temperaments; he really couldn't find anyone his age to chat with in the city.

Every time the two elderly people stayed in the city for ten days or half a month, they would clamor to go back. Yang Zhi didn't want to force them anymore, so he simply hired someone to take care of them at home.

Hu Qiaosheng also said, "I told my uncle and aunt to go to the city and find my mother, but they were afraid of troubling her."

“If I go to my mom, I definitely won’t let them feel lonely. My mom’s schedule is fuller than mine now. She has to pick up and drop off the kids every day, go to square dancing in the evening, and sometimes participate in community activities.”

Bai Xi couldn't help but envy Hu Ma's energetic and restless spirit. In her previous life, her old age was nothing more than staying at home to grow flowers and vegetables.

If it weren't for a representative figure like Aunt Hu, Bai Xi wouldn't have known that old age could be so wonderful.

The group chatted and laughed in the living room, and soon the auntie had prepared the meal.

They don't have any rules about not talking while eating or sleeping. The group of people eats very lively, almost like a banquet.

Looking at the table laden with delicious dishes, Yang Minghui exclaimed excitedly, "Wow, so many of my favorite dishes! Thank you, Auntie and Grandma!"

The "auntie" and "grandma" that Yang Minghui was referring to were actually just his aunts.

He had previously heard Yang Zhi and Bai Xi call the family's auntie, so he assumed that the auntie's name was Auntie.

Every time he greets someone, he calls them "auntie" or "grandma." Bai Xi and the others have tried to correct him several times, but they have all been convinced by his twisted logic.

It's just a form of address anyway, and the aunt didn't mind at all. She even said that it felt very warm to be called that, so Bai Xi just let it go.

Hearing Minghui so happy, the auntie felt a warm glow inside, knowing that her work had pleased the family. "Knowing that Minghui likes steamed shrimp and eggs, Auntie and Grandma specially steamed a bowl for you, and also made your favorite fried chicken wings for Mingpeng."

Knowing that his aunt had also made his favorite fried chicken wings, Mingpeng quickly thanked her, "Thank you, Auntie and Grandma, you've worked so hard."

"It's not hard work at all, it's all what I should do. Just don't mind the food I cook."

As she spoke, the aunt turned and went to the kitchen to tidy up, and then ate with another aunt.

The Yang family has two nannies: one is responsible for cooking and taking care of the children, and the other is responsible for cleaning the house and taking care of the yard.

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