Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart-Chapter 1750 - Make Sure To Stay Back Tonight

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1750 Make Sure To Stay Back Tonight
The younger ones immediately got up to bow at Long Yang when he entered, but he stopped them before they could. “We’re all family here. There is no need for formalities. Please sit down.”

Everyone obeyed him and sat down.

After they took their seats, Long Yang’s gaze fell on Wanyan Zhi.

This nephew of his had grown up so fast and was now able to shoulder the important responsibility of guarding the frontier.

Two years ago, Lu Tingchen and Chu Jiu retired from guarding the frontier, and the job was transferred to Wanyan Zhi.

Wanyan Zhi had been personally trained by Lu Tingchen. Despite having this connection, Wanyan Zhi would still work hard to do well.

His hard work paid off—the frontier had been quite secure for the past two years under his watch and there had not been any trouble.

“Have you visited your mother at the mansion upon your return?” Long Yang asked.

“I did. I came to the Palace after seeing my mother.” Wanyan Zhi answered whenever a question was asked.

It was already evening when he returned. He had headed back to the mansion to chat with his mother before cleaning up and visiting the Palace.

His mother told him that many things had happened inside the Palace and his uncle had just returned yesterday following his search for Ji’er. Wanyan Zhi had rushed back to the Palace, thinking that he might be of help in the matter.

However, he had just heard from Xue’er that Ji’er had already been found—this brought him some relief.

“Alright. About the frontier, we’ll talk about that later. Let’s have dinner first,” Long Yang said.

They were about to dig in when Yaoyao suddenly came rushing in.

“You’re right on time.” Long Yang glanced at her.

“Of course. I wanted to be in time to join you for dinner, Father.” There was a wide smile on Yaoyao’s face as she sat down on his right.

On Long Yang’s left was Lu Liangwei while Long Yin sat somewhere to his right.

Yaoyao forced her way between Long Yin and Long Yang, plopping herself down there.

There was not much space between the two men—by squeezing in, Long Yin had no choice but to move closer toward Hexin’s direction.

Long Yang smiled in exasperation at his daughter’s actions. “Are you some sort of hooligan? Why must you squeeze into this spot?”

“I don’t really want to squeeze in either, but it’s been a long time since I’ve had dinner with you, Father. I just want to sit closer to you,” Yaoyao said sweetly. “Also, I can help put food into your and Mother’s bowl.”

“Enough. You’re such a sweet-talkie.” Lu Liangwei gave her a playful glare. Despite that, when she saw the smile appearing on Long Yang’s lips, she knew the man was cheered up by his daughter’s words. She paused before saying, “Since you’re planning to be filial to your father today, why not stay back tonight and help bring over water to wash your father’s feet?”

“No problem.” Yaoyao immediately agreed. “I’m just worried Father would find me clumsy and would not want me to do it.”

“Don’t worry. Why would I reject your effort to show appreciation for me? Make sure to stay back tonight and leave only after I’m done. You can help pour the water away.” Long Yang could not hide the happiness in his voice.

Yaoyao choked.
It was not that she was reluctant to bring water to wash her father’s feet, but she actually wanted to return early to her room and write to Big Brother Beitang.

“Alright, stop being so cheeky. Hurry up and eat. The food is getting cold,” Lu Liangwei said with a smile.

It was a happy atmosphere around the table.

However, two voices suddenly spoke at the same time.

“Xue’er, the steamed bass today tastes pretty good. Have some.”

“Here are some braised pork ribs…”

Lu Xue went blank when she suddenly saw the two dishes placed in front of her and had no idea how to react.

Everyone at the table suddenly stopped their movements and looked at the two people who spoke up at the same time.

Long Yin lifted his eyes to look at Wanyan Zhi. “Cousin Wanyan, Xue’er isn’t in good health, and oily food isn’t suited for her. You can have the pork ribs for yourself.”