As Liang Yuan returned, Li Xiangyang and the others quickly stood up and greeted him.
"Mr. Liang, you're back."
"Good evening, Mr. Liang."
...
Liang Yuan nodded slightly, glanced at everyone, and saw Yang Youwei and Yang Mei cooking not far away, not gathered in the yard here.
Liang Yuan glanced at the people kneeling on the ground; they were some unfamiliar faces.
He didn't ask much, just said, "You guys carry on, don't mind me."
Li Xiangyang hesitated to speak but ultimately remained silent.
Then, from the other side came some screams and questioning voices.
Liang Yuan didn't inquire and went to Yang Mei's side.
Yang Youwei was warming himself by the stove, with a few sweet potatoes on it.
Yang Mei was preparing to cook on the side; her ingredients were evidently ready, just waiting for Liang Yuan to start cooking.
"Little brother, you rest a bit, I'll cook now."
She looked gently at Liang Yuan, her face showing a hint of joy.
