Chapter 1: The Office's Unspoken Rules...

  Yang Zongbao's cooking skills are not to be underestimated, and his barbecue skills are also top-notch. Although the roasted things don't look that good, they taste great. The rich meaty aroma even lured Yang Jing over. Yang Zongbao had no idea where these people lived, why he hadn't seen them before, and why they all suddenly popped out at once.

  "Give me, give me." George poured a cup of Coke, asked Yang Zongbao for a piece of lamb chop, and squatted down to eat.

  "Can this be eaten?" Yang Jing hesitated as she looked at the blackened things on the grill.

  "You don't eat it, give it to me." Yang Fenghua squeezed Yang Jing to one side, without showing any mercy due to their past friendship.

  "Sister, why did you push me? I didn't say I wouldn't eat."

  Yang Jing's performance is completely a abused little daughter-in-law, with no back talk.

  Yang Zongbao gave Yang Jing a piece of lamb chops instead.

  Yang Jing took it and sat down on one side to start gnawing.

  "You're really being overly cautious." Yang Fenghua said with a twisted expression.

  "Anyway, you can't finish it." Yang Zongbao was busy roasting things and didn't have time to bother with Queen Mo.

  Yang Zongbao suddenly felt a wave of heat on his ear, accompanied by a woman's fragrance.

  "You're playing with fire and getting burned." Yang Zongbao's hands and feet didn't stop, as he threatened in a low voice to Yang Fenghuang who was blowing air into his ear.

  "I'm playing with fire, what's the big deal." Yang Fenghua took advantage of being in a crowded place, knowing that Yang Zongbao wouldn't dare to do anything to her, and grabbed his crotch area, fondling him through his pants: "Can't tell from looking at you, but you're still quite well-endowed despite being so thin."

  "You only remember the good times and forget the bad." Yang Zongbao suddenly dropped what he was holding, grabbed Yang Fenghua's neck with one hand, pulled her towards him, and leaned in.

  Yang Fenghuang hadn't reacted yet, but was forced by Yang Zongbao to turn his back on the roasting rack. This action forced Yang Fenghuang not to dare move randomly. He wanted to bite Yang Zongbao's lips, but Yang Zongbao took a step back in advance.

  "You're perverted." Yang Fenghua didn't dare move, the heat behind her constantly reminding her that she couldn't take a step back.

  "You're cheap."

  "You..."

  "Alright, you two will be cross-eyed if you keep staring at each other like that." George said with a tinge of annoyance as he flipped the burnt lamb chops, expressing his discontent towards the couple who were engaged in a staring contest.

  "Die!" The two yelled at George in unison, who was killed instantly by the sheer volume.

  "What do you want to do?" Yang Feng's eyes widened in disbelief, seemingly unable to believe that Yang Zongbao dared to treat her this way.

  "I want to do what you just did." Yang Zongbao also got angry, tightly grasping Yang Fenghua's hand: "Do you think everyone is as unreliable as you?"

  A low, masculine breath blew across Yang Fenghua's face. Although her mouth said harsh words, in principle, Yang Fenghua was still a mid-level cadre, and except for the other day when she had an honest conversation with Yang Zongbao, this was the first time she was so close to a man.

  "Don't mess around." Yang Fenghua was finally scared.

  "What's going on?" Yang Zongbao was somewhat infatuated with this powerful role.

  "If you mess around, I won't be able to hold back." Yang Fenghua's face changed, and she smiled coquettishly.

  "Want to give it a try?"

  Yang Zongbao pushed away Yang Fenghua's biting mouth and directly carried her on his shoulder.

  "Let me go."

  Yang Fenghuang punched and kicked on Yang Zongbao's shoulder, but Yang Zongbao just swayed slightly and didn't let Yang Fenghuang have her way. In the end, having no other choice, Yang Fenghuang bit down on Yang Zongbao's shoulder.

  Yang Zongbao didn't stop in his tracks, only when Yang Fenghua bit him did he ruthlessly slap her butt.

  Two people fought all the way back home.

  Yang Zongbao ruthlessly threw Yang Fenghuang onto his own bed. From the "thud" sound that came out, it was clear that she had been thrown down heavily.

  "Get out, damn it." Yang Fenghua's hair was disheveled as she quickly scrambled up and tried to run out. Yang Zongbao was quick on his feet, blocking her way and throwing her back onto the bed once again.

  Yang Fenghua fell into a daze, and before she could come to her senses, Yang Zongbao pounced on top of her, completely pinning her down and firmly locking her limbs in place.

  "What are you going to do?" Yang Zongbao growled: "Once more, I won't guarantee that you can retreat unscathed."

  Her chest heaved violently, Yang Fenghua narrowed her eyes: "If you have the ability, come on? If not, you're not a man."

  "Whore, goods." Yang Zongbao's male self-esteem was thoroughly provoked, and he punched Yang Fenghuang's ear: "What the hell is wrong with you?"

  "What the hell is wrong with me, I also want to know, after meeting you, I'm not normal anymore." Yang Fenghua also went all out. After roaring, she closed her eyes and waited for Yang Zongbao's answer.

  But there was no response, only the sound of breathing on Yang Fenghua's nose, forcing her to inhale the air exhaled by Yang Zongbao. As soon as the warm breath entered her lungs, Yang Fenghua suddenly felt a little short of oxygen, and her head spun, she even thought that Yang Zongbao's lips were extremely red, wondering what it would be like to bite them? The more she thought about it, the more she felt that Yang Zongbao's lips were damn seductive. The air was filled with the smell of men: "Get out."

  As soon as she spoke, Yang Fenghua hated herself for biting off her own tongue. It was clearly not what she meant to say, but the words had already taken on a different tone.

  "What are you thinking?" Yang Zongbao tilted his head, looking at Yang Fenghua with a complex expression, and slowly asked: "You like me?"

  "You..." Yang Fenghua wanted to retort, but the words that reached her lips couldn't be spoken, and she could only flush bright red.

  Yang Zongbao turned over and got out of bed, tidying up his clothes.

  "What's wrong with you? I'm a decent woman too."

  “……”

  Yang Zongbao walked out of the room without saying a word.

  A inexplicable sense of loss, Yang Fenghua curled up her body on the bed, the safest posture.

  "Finished? That was quick. Want me to get you something good?" George kept staring at Yang Zongbao's **, trying to see through it.

  "Get out of here, you still want to eat?"

  "Mine, mine, mine." George hastily vacated his spot beside the grill.

  Yang Zongbao took over the tongs and continued roasting.

  Just now, Yang Zongbao and Yang Fenghua made such a big noise, but except for George, no one else reacted. It has to be said that Yang Zongbao's strong nerves indeed come from the Yang family genes.

  Didn't see Yang Shuo and Ai Wei, don't know where they went. But after the commotion just now, everyone lost interest in having a barbecue, so we ended it hastily.

  Yang Zongbao himself didn't know what he was thinking about, he just kept on roasting things and didn't even eat.

  Everyone has gone back home, but Yang Zongbao is still busy in the yard.

  "Is it delicious?" Er Bao, with a mouthful of saliva, suddenly appeared in front of the barbecue grill.

  "Want to eat?" Yang Zongbao didn't ask him how he came.

  "If you insist on me eating, I'll reluctantly eat a bit." Er Bao is small but has a big temper.

  Yang Zongbao smiled and took a plate, put a few pieces of meat in it, and handed it to Er Bao.

  The second treasure, Chubby Paws, didn't hesitate at all, took the plate and ran out.

  Yang Zongbao didn't care where the second treasure, the roasted meat, was going to be taken. He continued working on it with his hands. Yang Zongbao roasted it very carefully, but no matter how serious he was and how fragrant the smell was, the roasted thing still looked black and unappetizing.

  The sparks in the oven flickered on and off as the oil dripped from the meat on the grill.

  When Yang Zongbao raised his head again, he found Wenwen holding Er Bao (Er Bao was dragging a plate) standing in front of him. Their bodies seemed to be somewhat disheveled, with a few specks of dirt and several pieces of withered grass roots.

  "Want to eat?" Yang Zongbao's unexpectedly warm attitude towards them.

  Wenwen sat down automatically on one side and waited, while Er Bao stood directly in front of Yang Zongbao with a deep affectionate expression.

  Yang Zongbao was delighted to see people enjoying his work and was more than happy to feed the two kids.

  ……

  "Old lady." Mei Shu shouted from behind the old lady.

  "Still there?" The old lady sat on a cushion in meditation.

  "Yes, Master Zongbao is still barbecuing, but the two children from the Duan family have arrived." Uncle Mei replied softly.

  "Is it the Dus' house? Or is it from that dog hole?" The old lady didn't open her eyes: "Two children?"

  "Hmm, Miss Duan has returned?" The old lady opened her eyes.

  "Yes."

  "That girl's fate is good." The old lady said and closed her eyes again. Uncle Mei stood behind, not daring to make a sound.

  ……

  "Are you full?" Yang Zongbao's interest was completely absorbed by Wenwen's appetite. A body of over 90 kilograms ate about three kilograms of lamb chops.

  "I'm full." Wenwen put down the ribs in her hand: "It's delicious."

  "I know, next time I want to eat, you can tell me." Yang Zongbao sat opposite Wenwen.

  "Do you know what our family does? That's why they're good to us." Er Bao climbed onto Wenwen's lap, looking at Yang Zongbao with a guarded expression.

  "No matter what your family does, is the house you live in bigger than mine?" Yang Zongbao knew that his house on Furong Road had the largest area, so he dared to say this.

  "Is this your home?" Er Bao doubted: "This is the old witch's house."

  "It's mine now." Yang Zongbao was unexpectedly calm when dealing with Er Bao.

  "Then you must have fallen for my sister's beauty..." Er Bao muttered in an increasingly small voice.

  Wenwen beside did not want to join in the conversation between the two at all, and only stroked her little brother's soft hair.

  "The child finished eating and went home to sleep." Yang Zongbao didn't say much more, got up and packed his things.

  "How much do you earn in a month?" Wenwen suddenly asked.

  Yang Zongbao was taken aback, this girl was too unreasonable, but he didn't want to deceive her brown eyes. Her brown eyes were like the gates of God, with extremely beautiful pupils inside, looking like a natural kaleidoscope that made people unable to refuse. Yang Zongbao helplessly stretched out a finger.

  Wenwen nodded slightly: "Thanks for today. Let's go, Er Bao."

  After finishing speaking, she pulled her younger brother's chubby hand and left, but the direction was not towards the gate.

  Yang Zongbao just thought it was fun for the siblings, but didn't have any other feelings, so he simply packed up his things and went to sleep.

  "Sister, why are you asking that person how much they earn every month?" Er Bao and Wenwen crawled out of the dog hole one after the other.

  "Because he has to be able to support me, I can get married. I want to eat well, sleep well and live well. Besides, my health is not good, if there's no money, I won't survive." Wenwen carefully listed out the various conditions for marrying her.

  "Oh, his family's house is big, they should be able to support you. Even if they don't have money, selling a set of houses, sister, you can still make a living." Er Bao was young and didn't consider the strangeness of his sister's thinking, but thought seriously about the rationality: "But, if you marry him, isn't he my brother-in-law? Isn't he my elder? What if I get bullied?"

  "Fine, bully me then." Wenwen pulled her unhappy brother's hand and quickly walked home.