Era: After foreseeing the future, I changed my fate using spatial abilities.

Chapter 196 Love
"Okay, okay, so this is what you're like, Su Ning!"

Fu Jiaming screamed, his face filled with disbelief.

Could he say that these two are truly a perfect match, both being sesame-filled glutinous rice balls that should be cooked together in one pot?

As soon as she entered the kitchen, Fu Jiaming, who had been being beaten, immediately stopped howling and turned to look at his friend with a gossipy expression.

"Quickly, Yan Qi, tell me how you successfully confessed your feelings! Was it like I told you? See, I wasn't lying to you!"

Releasing his hands from behind the scissors, Yan Bei, recalling the situation just now as he spoke, subconsciously revealed the simple-minded smile of a landlord's foolish son.

That expression truly shocked Fu Jiaming, who also found it distasteful. "Tsk tsk tsk~ Yan Qi, Yan Qi, you've finally met your match."

"Hahahaha!"

I damn well wanted to take a picture of it to preserve evidence!
If we can keep this as a trump card, we can guarantee that every time we bet on it, it will be accurate.

"cough~"

Coming to his senses, Yan Bei tried to make amends by raising his fist and clearing his throat under his nose as if to cover up his mistake, instantly regaining his usual calm and collected demeanor, but his bright red earlobes were undeniably visible.

"Alright, let's get down to business. I need you to make another trip to the old market for me tomorrow."

"Don't worry, I understand. Leave it all to me."

Now that the relationship between the man and woman has been established, things naturally need to be expedited. Fu Jiaming patted his chest, regaining his serious demeanor.

He may seem unreliable, but in reality, no one understands Fu Jiaming's abilities better than him.

We exchanged a fist bump in perfect unison; no words of gratitude were needed.

"Let's go."

The two chatted and laughed as they walked towards the backyard, exiting through a small gate to go home and call for their families.

Although the dilapidated house had been secretly repaired and was barely habitable, it was alright when the weather was warm, but in winter the house would freeze people to the bone.

Unlike the earthen kang beds in the north, in the south, every household has a fire pit, either round or square, in the kitchen for burning firewood to keep warm in winter.

The fire pit, which is usually used for burning firewood, can also be used to boil water, set up a pot for stewing, and hang a few winnowing baskets on top for smoking cured meats.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. After the frost, the temperature dropped sharply, so Yanbei followed the example of the villagers and built a brazier in the small kitchen so that his grandparents could light a fire to keep warm in the house.

When Yan Bei entered the house, the two elderly people were sitting around the brazier. The dry branches they had collected from the mountains were damp and inevitably emitted wisps of smoke when burned.

The orange glow of the fire illuminated their faces, and the smoke made them squint, their eyes glistening with moisture.

Hearing footsteps, Yan Changrong and Zhao Panpan looked up together and saw the undisguised joy in their grandson's eyes, which made them happy as well.

"I heard from Jiaming that Ning'er is back?"

"Yes, I just got back. Ningning asked me to call you over there for dinner."

"This girl!"

Zhao Panpan frowned and put down the wooden stick in her hand. "Why didn't you rest when you just got back? You must be tired after such a long train ride. Xiao Qi, why didn't you tell her to stop? Go and tell her to come over here today so I can cook dinner for everyone."

Her cooking skills are not as good as Ning Yatou's, but they are still better than Xiuzhen's unpalatable cooking, which is also in danger of collapsing at any time.

Zhao Panpan waved her hand and urged, "Go quickly!"

"This room is too small to fit so many people. Grandpa and Grandma should go to Ningning's place. I'll go cook and let her rest."

"Then what are you standing there for? Hurry up and go!"

"Okay, I'll go right now. Grandpa and Grandma, take your time and don't fall."

Yanbei, who had intended to say something, saw the genuine urgency in his grandmother's eyes and decided to swallow his words and wait until he returned from dinner.

Without further hesitation, Yan Bei turned and strode out the door.

"Old woman, have you noticed that Xiao Qi is acting a little strange..."

"Hmm? Something's not right?"

Yan Changrong kept covering the fire with white ash from the empty space in the brazier, his hands moving non-stop. "His eyes were so sweet and cloying, like they were filled with honey!"

"What's wrong with that? Xiao Qi will definitely be happy to see Ning back. It's good enough that she's not squeaking like a mouse that's fallen into a rice jar!"

"Hahaha, that's true."

Neither of them expected that their long-awaited granddaughter-in-law would be successfully moved into their home by their grandson, and their dream would come true.

Xiao Qi is like an emperor who's more anxious than a eunuch; he's so lukewarm about dating. Hey, the two elders are just hoping it's a good thing and that they can only burn the paper money for them on that day.

"None of them, big or small, resemble me. When it comes to getting a wife or pursuing someone, they haven't inherited even a fraction of my decisiveness."

"Heh~ Old man, do you want to try getting rice pelted down on your head again?"

"Hahaha~" Thinking back to that handful of rice that hit not his face but his heart, Yan Changrong's eyes scalded with a burning passion as he looked at his wife.

Unbeknownst to us, decades have passed through thick and thin.

This face bears the deep marks of time, no longer possessing the youthful beauty of its younger days, yet it still brings him the same joy and stirs his heart as before.

Like fine wine, it becomes more fragrant with age and will not spoil or decay over time.

The men of the Yan family, once they love someone, will love them for a lifetime.

Silently clenching the hand he had held for most of his life, Yan Changrong gently rubbed it with the pad of his thumb, "Panpan, do you still remember our promise?"

The two walked hand in hand, their steps slow and steady.

Zhao Panpan put her other hand on his arm. Her eyes had long lost the brilliance of her youth, but they still shone brightly when she looked at him. "You mean the matter of letting me go first in the future?"

"I remember, I remember everything I promised you. You old fool, anyone who didn't know better would think you couldn't wait for me to leave."

She glared at him reproachfully, but her eyes welled up with tears the moment she lowered them. Zhao Panpan knew perfectly well that he was worried about her.

I'm worried that if he leaves first, I'll be left all alone.

He always said that when a person dies, that's the end of it all, and there's no point in worrying about what happened before death. But for the person left behind, every day and night, every moment, will be filled with pain and torment.

So, old man...

If I break my promise this time, you can't blame me or resent me.

"Old woman? Why are you peeing like a cat? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Pah, it's all your fault! Why did you keep talking about dying and not dying!"

"Hahaha, alright, alright, alright, let's not talk about it anymore. Let's live life to the fullest, live like those immortal old turtles that live for a thousand years or ten thousand years!"

"You bastard, you can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth! You're the real bastard!"

Seeing the tears in her eyes disappear after she had laughed or scolded, Yan Changrong breathed a sigh of relief and nodded in agreement, saying indulgently, "Okay, okay, I am!"

The Yan family members: We've never seen anyone insult themselves and then drag the whole family into it. Did they even consider how that little turtle bastard felt?!

……

The two people strolling slowly towards them were all lovey-dovey, and the two in the kitchen were also basking in each other's company, as if the air itself was filled with sweetness.

Busy with their hands, they unexpectedly met eyes, and within a second, they exchanged radiant smiles.

"Hi~"

Fu Jiaming, who had rushed into the kitchen to help, saw this scene as he frantically rubbed the goosebumps that had risen on his arms.

I felt that my stomach was already full before I even got to eat, and it was even so full that it reached my throat. If I ate any more, I was afraid I would turn my head and vomit.

"You two are really going too far!"

Taking advantage of the fact that his partner isn't around, who are they trying to provoke?

"You're just making things worse, what right do you have to speak?"

"Exactly, get out of here, you're in the way."

"Fine, fine, so you're going to discard me after I've served my purpose, huh? You're going to kick me aside after I've served my purpose, aren't you? Yan Qi, is this how you want to play the game?"

Clutching the two stabs her friend threw at her, Fu Jiaming laughed angrily, turning to Su Ning, who was watching the scene unfold, "Let me tell you a secret, Su Ning, you don't know Yan Qi... I spit on him..."

"Pfft~"

"If you keep talking nonsense, next time it won't be a radish with soil, but a pumpkin bigger than your face!"

……

The people sitting around in the main room smiled as they listened to the bursts of laughter coming from the kitchen.

"These kids, they could probably turn the kitchen upside down if they cooked a meal."

"Haha, it's rare to see them so happy, let them make a fuss."

"Ah Rong, how are you feeling?"

"I walked an extra twenty or thirty steps today, so I think I'll be fully recovered in a few days. Don't worry, Auntie."

"That's good. Listen to Lao Liu, don't be impatient, let's take it slowly."

Fu Jiadan sat quietly listening, a smile playing on his lips and in his eyes, without a trace of resentment. Only his straight back seemed thinner and more frail than before.

(End of this chapter)