Siheyuan: Domineering life

After they had experienced the post-apocalyptic RV, Yang Jun asked them all to leave.

He first went to the main road in front of the auto repair shop and looked around. Luo Xiaojun and Yang Anguo were far away, while the other guards blocked the road at both ends.

So he went back to the courtyard.

With a thought, the enormous beast vanished instantly.

He replicated the doomsday RV within the space.

After doing all that, he returned to the road.

"Let's go back."

Luo Xiaojun glanced back in the direction of the repair shop and asked, "Uncle-Master, what should we do with the car?"

"Don't worry about this, I'll hand it over to someone else."

After saying that, Yang Jun continued, "Tell your brother not to let anyone come to the factory these next two days. I'll have someone drive this car away in the next couple of days."

"Yes, uncle."

Luo Xiaojun looked at him with some suspicion, thinking that he couldn't possibly come all this way just to experience the car, but he could only obey Yang Jun's orders.

Afterwards, they got into the car and returned to the city.

As for the car repair shop, Yang Jun didn't pay any more attention to it, saying that there were other arrangements. What arrangements could there be? Those were just excuses. He simply didn't want his secret space to be exposed.

When I got home, my family was busy preparing the New Year's Eve dinner.

Today I'm not only preparing the New Year's Eve dinner, but also making dumplings for tomorrow, so I'm especially busy.

Several women were busy in the kitchen, and a few older children were helping with what they could. Yang Chengzhi and Yang Chenglan were helping to pick vegetables.

"Dad, you're back."

Upon seeing Yang Jun return, Yang Chengzhi excitedly put down the vegetables in her hand, jumped up, and hung directly on Yang Jun's neck.

"You're a grown woman now, why are you still clinging to your father like before?"

Yang Jun also doted on his eldest daughter.

"No matter how old I am, I'm still your daughter. As long as I'm your daughter for even a day, you have to spoil me," Yang Chengzhi said coquettishly.

"Hehe, tell me, do you need something from me?" Yang Jun looked at her with a smile.

"Dad... can you please not think of me as so materialistic? I just want to get closer to you."

"Do you think I believe it or not?"

Yang Jun patted her shoulder and said, "Come down quickly, Dad can't take it anymore, I'm getting old."

“You’re not old at all; you’re getting younger and younger. I feel like when we’re out together, people would think you’re my older brother… no, they’d think we’re siblings,” Yang Chengzhi said with a smile.

"Hehe, you're so sweet-talking. Dad isn't that young."

“I’m not lying, you look younger than me.” Yang Chengzhi said to Huang Yani, “Mom, do you think Dad looks young?”

"Yeah, when your dad and I are together, people who don't know us would think we're mother and son," Huang Yani joked.

"You've got some nerve, daring to joke about me?"

Yang Jun rolled his eyes at her and then said, "It's New Year's Day today, I'm happy, I won't hold it against you."

Huang Yani laughed and said, "I'm not joking. Ask Qiu Shui and the others. They're all so self-conscious now that they don't dare to go out with you anymore."

"Is that so, Qiushui?" Yang Jun asked.

Upon hearing this, Yi Qiushui smiled slightly, which was taken as tacit agreement.

"I do have that feeling a bit. We're all getting old, but Lao Yang, you're getting younger and younger. It makes me afraid to go out with you, lest people say I'm an old cow eating young grass," Meng Wenya joked.

"Is this how you all feel?" Yang Jun looked at the other women.

Nalan Qingmeng, Yang Qingxiang, and Chen Ruolan nodded.

As for Nini and Li Jingqiu, they shook their heads.

"I don't feel that way at all. I feel like I'm a perfect match with Lao Yang," Li Jingqiu said with a smile.

“Me too,” Nini whispered.

“You’re still young, so you can’t feel it now. But when you get to our age, you’ll understand this feeling deeply,” Huang Yani said.

"Sigh, it's all my fault." Yang Jun sighed, pretending to be upset. "I should have grown up with you all, but I ended up staying in my childhood."

"Oh, you're even using fancy words now. Why does that sound so sour?" Meng Wenya said.

"Who can argue with that? He's just blatantly showing off."

"Exactly, it makes him feel very accomplished."

"..."

The family chatted as they prepared for their reunion dinner that evening.

Since the nanny went on vacation, they've been too lazy to cook, reducing meals from three a day to two. Fortunately, there are plenty of snacks during the Lunar New Year, so the children don't go hungry. As for the adults, whoever gets hungry just grabs whatever they can find.

"By the way, Lao Yang, didn't you say you brought the doomsday RV back? Where's the vehicle? We'd like to see what it looks like too," Yi Qiushui said.

"It's not back yet; I'm just going to take a look today," Yang Jun explained.

"Hey, you've made some impractical stuff. A doomsday RV is so big, it's completely useless. I don't know what you're trying to do with that thing?"

"Better safe than sorry?" Yang Jun said with a smile, puffing on his cigarette.

"Didn't you build a doomsday shelter? Will you still need the doomsday RV?"

"What's wrong with me... having a personal hobby? Is that not allowed?"

"Fine, do you think I can say no?" Yi Qiushui rolled her eyes at him and said, "It's just that if someone as high-ranking as you finds out that you're using this kind of thing, I don't know how they'll laugh at you."

"Hehe, do you think I'm afraid they'll laugh at me?" Yang Jun squinted and said meaningfully, "If that day really comes, I wonder who will laugh at whom."

"Oh well, whatever you want." - Yi Qiushui

"Old Yang, put out your cigarette. It's almost noon. Hurry up and cook. The children are hungry," Yang Qingxiang said.

Yang Jun was stunned for a moment after hearing this.

"When did cooking become my chore?"

"It's because you cook so well. We and the kids all love your cooking."

"I……"

Yang Jun was on the verge of tears. He shouldn't have touched this stuff; now cooking had become his chore.

"Dad, are you going to cook? You're a great cook," Yang Chengzhi said sweetly.

"You're bullying Dad too?" Yang Jun rolled his eyes at her.

“This is not bullying, this is called the capable doing more work.”

As Yang Chengzhi spoke, she put an apron around his neck.

"Dad, hurry up, I'm starving."

"Oh, there's really nothing I can do about you."

Helpless, Yang Jun could only get up and go to the kitchen.

A group of people were picking vegetables in the restaurant, but he was the only one in the kitchen.

Upon arriving in the kitchen and looking at the room full of ingredients, Yang Jun sighed deeply.

Cooking a meal is a hobby and interest, but if you cook all the time, anyone will get tired of it. Just thinking about having to cook for dozens of mouths gives him a headache. "Hey."

Yang Jun stood at the kitchen door and said to everyone in the restaurant, "No one is allowed to disturb me while I'm cooking. None of you are allowed to come in."

"Can you manage on your own? Don't you need our help?" Nalan Qingmeng asked.

“I can manage on my own,” Yang Jun said. “Remember, no one is allowed to come in.”

"Okay, okay, we'll do whatever you say, as long as you don't let us go hungry," Yi Qiushui said with a smile.

Yang Jun rolled his eyes at her, then locked the kitchen door from the inside.

He turned on all the range hoods in the kitchen to create the illusion that he was cooking.

After doing all that, he sat down on a small stool next to him and started smoking.

He doesn't plan to cook today. He just plans to take out the food from his spatial storage in a little while, and then put some of the ingredients back into his spatial storage to create the illusion that he has already cooked. Surely no one will suspect anything.

Even if someone has doubts, it doesn't matter, since they're all family. As long as the children don't find out, they won't tell anyone.

Bored sitting there smoking, he took out a pot of steaming hot tea from his storage space.

Since he got his space, he has developed a hobby of collecting things. He puts anything he frequently uses in his life into his space.

He poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and savored the sweetness of the tea.

"Old Yang, are you sure you don't need our help?"

Nalan Qingyun's voice came from the kitchen doorway.

"Need not."

Yang Jun said something towards the door, then picked up a spoon and tapped it against the iron pot a few times, pretending to be cooking.

"Open the door, I'll come in and help you."

"If you say another word, believe me, I'll put you in the pot and stir-fry you up with me!"

"Then you have to be gentle, and put in more oil, I'm afraid of hurting you, hehe."

Yang Jun rolled his eyes, looking utterly exasperated.

These women are all seasoned pros; they can even make a mess of things while cooking.

Yang Jun ignored her and instead banged on the iron pot a few times.

Seeing that Yang Jun was ignoring her, Nalan Qingyun wisely left.

Looking at the cutting board full of ingredients, Yang Jun walked over with his teacup. Every time he passed some ingredients, some of them would mysteriously disappear, and these missing ingredients would all go into his spatial storage.

After more than 20 years of exploration, he has become very proficient in using space. He has made the most of all the functions of space. It can be said that space has become a part of his consciousness. He can basically do whatever he points to. Wherever he is aware of something, he can immediately realize it.

"Bang! Bang!"

Yang Jun deliberately banged the iron pot with a spoon, making a clanging sound, as if he was cooking.

He glanced at his watch and figured it was about time, so with a thought, a plate full of food appeared on the cutting board.

He had prepared all the food in his spatial storage beforehand, so he could take it out at any time.

He put down his spoon, turned off the range hood, and opened the kitchen door.

"Two people, come and bring the dishes."

The whole family sat there neatly, and when they heard that the food was ready, all the women rushed over to serve the dishes.

"Wow, this is delicious."

Huang Yani picked up a piece of twice-cooked pork and put it in her mouth, immediately impressed by Yang Jun's superb cooking skills.

"Old Yang, I suspect you didn't cook these dishes. They're so delicious!" Yang Qingxiang couldn't help but pick up a boneless chicken leg and praise it highly.

"Old Yang, it seems like your cooking skills have improved all of a sudden. You weren't like this yesterday." Meng Wenya said.

"Well, it's delicious."

Nini is not good with words and just keeps chewing her food, her chubby cheeks like a hamster's.

"Old Yang, the food you cook is really delicious."

The group of children and adults alike looked on with envy, thinking that the women were exaggerating and trying to flatter them. But after they tasted it themselves, they realized that it really was delicious.

"Dad, are you still the same dad I know?" Yang Chenglan stuffed mouthfuls of Sichuan-style chicken into her mouth, praising it incessantly: "The food you cook is so delicious, even better than our family chef's."

Yang Chengzhi: "Why don't we just fire the chef and have Dad cook for us every day?"

Yang Jun listened and could only manage a wry smile.

I didn't expect to overdo it with my bragging.

You should know that the food in his space is made by top chefs, and he has selected the best ones after comparing them. Even the famous chefs at the state guesthouse cannot make these dishes. No wonder he won over everyone's appetite at once.

Everyone was praising Yang Jun's cooking skills, but Ye Yiqiu sat to the side, smiling and saying nothing.

She seemed to have guessed where the food came from; no wonder Yang Jun wouldn't let anyone into the kitchen.

She knew about Yang Jun's supernatural abilities; he could conjure up many things out of thin air. Although she didn't know how Yang Jun did it yet, she knew that he must have conjured up these dishes. Just imagine, how could someone who doesn't cook for years possibly develop such superb culinary skills?

"Alright, alright, food can't shut you up."

Yi Qiushui stood up and said with a smile, "Hurry up and eat it while it's hot, don't let your father's good intentions go to waste."

"Eat, eat."

Seeing this, Yang Jun quickly invited everyone to eat.

Afterwards, the whole family ate at three tables: one for adults and two for children.

Today, Yang Chengdao and his wife Yang Chengcai came. They sat at the next table and ate heartily.

"Dad, this is just a simple meal, isn't it great? Will the New Year's Eve dinner tonight be of a lower standard?" Yang Chengdao joked.

"You've been out there eating all sorts of delicacies every day, how could you possibly be satisfied with the food I cook?" Yang Jun said.

“Dad, I’m not trying to flatter you, but to be honest, I’ve eaten all over the country and I’ve never had such delicious food before.” Yang Chengdao said, “I’ve never seen you cook before, how come you make such delicious food?”

"I did it in my dream." Yang Jun rolled his eyes at him.

He certainly couldn't say it was conjured up; he could only gloss over the matter with a joke.

"Oh, you can cook in your dreams?" Yang Chengdao was speechless.

"You can dream all you want, what's so special about cooking?" Yang Jun glared at him.

"Okay, whatever you say."

Seeing that Yang Jun was about to act arrogantly again, Yang Chengdao quickly chose to shut up, not wanting to bring bad luck during the New Year.

"This boiled cabbage in clear broth is really delicious, especially the chicken soup, which takes at least two days to make." Nalan Qingyun asked while eating the boiled cabbage, "Old Yang, when did you make this chicken soup?"

"Stewed in my dream."

Before Yang Jun could even speak, Yi Qiushui retorted on his behalf.

"Just eat. You're not going to learn to cook, so why are you asking so many questions?"

"I was just asking casually; I'm not going to learn to cook."

Others also wanted to know how Yang Jun managed to cook such delicious food, but seeing Yi Qiushui's attitude, they all gave up on the idea.

At this moment, Yang Jun gave her a grateful look.

But Yi Qiushui reciprocated with a cold shoulder. (End of Chapter)