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Da Huang was still angrily biting Zhu Wuneng's pant leg and whipping it back and forth, while Yuan Run put on an act beside him, coaxing, "Stop it, stop it." Chen Xiaojun held a crisp cucumber strip and waved it in front of Da Huang's nose to appease it. An Mingyuan and Qiu Qingquan were laughing so hard their stomachs hurt, unable to straighten their backs.
Just then, a voice sounded from the courtyard entrance, accompanied by an enticing aroma of meat drifting in.
"Come, come, lads, take a look at what your uncle brought you. Fresh out of Old Xin's pot."
Everyone looked toward the voice and saw an ordinary-looking man with a square, proper face, dark skin, deep nasolabial folds, a nose bridge that was not high but a round, full nose tip, heavy brows, and a solid, sturdy build like an iron tower. He wore the Chen Clan steward's dark-blue uniform, and several deep wrinkles were carved between his brows, like ravines pressed there by years of worry.
He greeted everyone with a smile on his face. Behind him followed a boy of about twelve or thirteen, broad-framed and sturdy as a little tree stump. His short, square face still carried a childish air, his eyebrows were thick and unruly, his gaze lowered, and his slightly thick lips were pressed shut. He, too, held a large plate piled high with food.
"Wow! Uncle Gu!" Apart from Chen Xiaojun, the four of them stood up almost at the same time, smiles appearing on their faces.
The newcomer was Gu Yuanchao, the Back Kitchen Steward of the Chen Clan, a Soul Emperor.
Gu Yuanchao and the boy behind him placed two large plates of fragrant beef and mutton