Mythical Luo, starting with the fox spirit

Yang Ping'an threatened Yang Yan with a lavish meal, meticulously preparing betrothal gifts.

Their relationship was very close, and these playful threats were a tacit understanding between them.

"Ping An can cook? I've never tasted it before. Don't forget to prepare my portion." Grandpa Yang looked at Yang Ping An in surprise. He had no idea that Yang Ping An could cook.

Seeing the excitement on Yang Yan's face, Grandpa Yang felt that Yang Ping'an's cooking skills were not bad, and he was very much looking forward to Yang Ping'an's feast.

"You know, I was the one who negotiated your marriage, so you should include my share," Yang Yitan's father said, putting his arm around Yang Ping'an's shoulder and winking at him.

Yang Yitan's mother smiled at Yang Ping'an, her eyes conveying a threat that seemed to say, "Try leaving your feast unattended, or you'll see what happens."

Yang Ping'an looked around and found that everyone was looking forward to his cooking skills, leaving him no room to refuse.

"Alright, everyone gets a share of the feast." Yang Ping'an said with a helpless smile. He saw Yang Yitan smirking on the side and added, "Except for Yang Yitan."

Yang Yitan's smile froze, and he uttered a painful cry, "Oh no!"

"It's settled then. Who told you to do nothing and still dare to smirk in front of me?" Yang Ping'an snorted, glanced at him sideways, and said unhappily.

"You can't say that. At the very least, I didn't disturb your time together. Even if I didn't do anything special, I still put in the effort."

Yang Yitan had eaten Yang Ping'an's cooking and knew that his skills were superb. Even if he didn't know any magic, he could still live a fulfilling life with his cooking skills.

"Since I covered for you, why don't you add my share?" Yang Yi sighed, still longing for Yang Ping'an's cooking skills, and kept pestering him.

"Hmph, do you really want a big meal?" Yang Ping'an suddenly smiled and asked with ill intent.

"What do you want? I'm determined to sell my art, not my body." Yang Yitan saw the malice in Yang Ping'an's smile and asked warily.

"You and Wang Quanzui have been together for so long, and you still haven't defined your relationship." Yang Ping'an's voice became very frivolous.

"If you confess your feelings to her, I'll add your share of the feast, how about that?"

"My relationship with my little sister is purely platonic, don't talk nonsense!" Yang Yitan said, a barely perceptible blush rising on his face as he tried to suppress his embarrassment.

Grandpa Yang and Yang Yitan's mother both looked at Yang Yitan with disappointment and frustration.

"Really?" Yang Ping'an walked towards Yang Yitan's location.

"Of course, my relationship with her is completely innocent." Yang Yi sighed as Yang Ping'an approached, swallowed hard, and took a step back.

Yang Yitan could retreat, but Yang Ping'an stopped a meter away from him.

"I heard that the young patriarch of the Deng family also likes Wang Quanzui, but he hasn't expressed his feelings for you." Yang Ping'an glanced at Yang Yan without leaving a trace.

Yang Yan secretly gave Yang Ping'an a thumbs up. Wang Quanzui often came to the Yang residence, and over time she and Yang Yan became close friends.

Yang Yan sensed the feelings between Wang Quanzui and Yang Yitan, but they remained at the level of childhood sweethearts. Wanting to help Wang Quanzui, she had just sent a telepathic message to Yang Ping'an, asking him to help break through Yang Yitan's shyness.

"Since you don't like Wang Quanzui, that makes things easier. We can let him pursue Wang Quanzui freely from now on," Yang Ping'an said calmly.

Yang Yitan was stunned in the corner; he hadn't expected to hear such news from Yang Ping'an.

"No, my little sister absolutely cannot be with that stone man Deng Qiyue!" Yang Yitan shouted loudly. The thought of Wang Quanzui possibly being with Deng Qiyue made him feel extremely uncomfortable, as if a piece of his heart was missing.

"Why not? Wang Quanzui is not young anymore. Even if you don't like her, you can't hold her back." Yang Ping'an asked, looking at his dazed expression.

"You and Wang Quanzui are just friends, what right do you have to stop Deng Qiyue from pursuing Wang Quanzui?"

Yang Yitan fell into deep thought. Yes, what right did he, Yang Yitan, have to stop others who liked Wang Quanzui from pursuing him? He examined his own heart.

He asked himself whether his relationship with Wang Quanzui was merely one of friendship, and whether he harbored any other feelings for Wang Quanzui.

"I love my little sister, and I will never give her to that stone man." Yang Yi's eyes shone with unwavering conviction. Under Yang Ping'an's persistent questioning, he finally understood his own feelings.

"You like Wang Quanzui, but do you think she'll like you back?" Yang Ping'an asked coldly.

"I will make her happy, no matter who the competitor is, I will not let go." Yang Yi sighed, a strong fighting spirit rising within him. He had clearly seen his own heart.

Yang Ping'an relaxed his tense expression, and a smile reappeared on his face. Behind them, Old Master Yang and the others who had been holding their breath also let out a long sigh of relief.

The feelings between Yang Yitan and Wang Quanzui were just a thin veil away from being revealed, but both of them had their own pride and anxiety.

They had witnessed the years of affection between the two and had subtly reminded Yang Yitan that he would rather pretend to be drunk than wake up, so the old man and the others did not want to urge him.

Now that Yang Yitan has come to terms with his own feelings, he has decided to take the initiative to pursue Wang Quanzui, which has relieved all the witnesses.

"I'm going to confess my feelings to my little sister right now. Don't forget my big meal." Yang Yi said, and did it without hesitation.

He realized his own feelings and was unwilling to linger for even a moment. He turned and left the main room, heading to Wangquan Manor to find Wangquan Zui.

"If you can do it, you'll get a big meal." Yang Ping'an decided to give him a boost, encouraging him with a big meal as he walked away.

Yang Yitan left the Yang residence. Yang Ping'an, Old Master Yang, and the others achieved their goals, exchanged glances, and burst into laughter.

"Sister-in-law, what do you think of these betrothal gifts?" Yang Yan asked Yang Yitan's mother, pointing to the items she had circled in the account book.

"Yes, it would be even better with this mutton fat jade ruyi." Yang Yitan's mother carefully examined the gifts Yang Yan had chosen and praised them.

"Sister-in-law is so thoughtful. Look at my memory, I almost forgot about this treasured item." Yang Yan couldn't help but raise her forehead when she saw the exquisite white jade ruyi that she had picked up.

Yang Yan, after all, had never experienced a complete wedding process. She only focused on selecting enough gifts, but forgot about the most important symbolic gift.

"Father, do you think these betrothal gifts are enough?" Yang Yitan's mother picked up the gifts that the two of them had chosen together and handed them to Old Master Yang.

Grandpa Yang looked at the account book filled with circles, listing the dowry, colorful silks, gold and jade jewelry, sacrificial animals, seafood, and some hairpin-shaped magical artifacts.

Grandpa Yang carefully examined the gifts and was very satisfied.

"Very good, now that we catch a pair of wild geese for the betrothal gifts, we'll have the perfect dowry." Old Master Yang praised with a broad smile.

"Father, don't worry, those two geese are already being raised in the manor," Yang Yitan's father said proudly.