After the brothers finished their New Year tasks, they logged off. Yan Xianjue pulled out his phone and waved Yan Ci away with his free hand. "Get lost."
Yan Ci raised his middle finger at him disdainfully. "You don't have to make it so obvious that you're tossing me aside once you've used me."
Yan Xianjue ignored him and pulled out his phone to message Shen Fangli, claiming credit for himself.
Yan Ci gave him the finger again, then headed downstairs to see where he could help.
Not long afterward, Yan Xianjue came downstairs as well after sending his message.
Seeing that the two of them were free, Yan Wan assigned them to put up the Spring Festival couplets by the entrance. "The ladder is in the storage room. Have the butler find it for you, and be careful not to fall."
"Got it." Yan Xianjue accepted the task with a smile.
Rather than having the butler and servants prepare everything while they merely waited for dinner in the evening, the Yan Household preferred to prepare these things themselves.
When Old Master Yan had still been alive, he had called it the flavor of the New Year. No one had thought to change it in all these years.
It was the same every year, so Yan Xianjue had no objections. But as he was getting the ladder from the storage room, his gaze suddenly stopped on a wooden board.
Yan Ci noticed that he had frozen and looked over as well. "What are you looking at?"
Amused, Yan Xianjue picked up the board and gestured for Yan Ci to look at it himself. "The sign Lin Shi gave us before."
At that, Yan Ci immediately remembered.
Before Yan Xianjue had regained his memories, Lin Shi had sent a plaque to