The moment Yang Chang'an stepped over the threshold of the Yang Family compound, the atmosphere in the courtyard grew warm.
Half a year of slumber had left him looking somewhat thinner, but his eyes were sharper and deeper than before.
As soon as old Yang Wushuang saw his grandson return safely, his usually stern face bloomed into a smile, even the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothing out.
"You're back, that's what matters! You're back!" Yang Wushuang patted Yang Chang'an's shoulder excitedly, then rolled up his sleeves and headed straight into the kitchen without another word.
Soon, the clatter of chopping and the sizzle of hot oil rang out from the kitchen, and waves of fragrance drifted outside. Yang Wushuang was an excellent cook, and before long, a lavish feast filled the table in the main hall.
Blazing Flame Tiger Beast meat had been stewed until it fell off the bone, its rich gravy giving off an enticing aroma; steamed Spirit Lake Silverfish was tender and silky; there were also several brightly colored desserts made with rare spirit fruits.
The family sat around the table. Looking at the spread of food and the concern in his elders' eyes, Yang Chang'an felt warmth fill his heart. The exhaustion and oppression of the past six months seemed to vanish like smoke at that moment.
They exchanged toasts and ate with delight, their laughter and cheerful chatter never ceasing. It was the liveliest meal the Yang Family had enjoyed in half a year.
Just as the family was enjoying the meal, two sets of heavy footsteps sounded outside the courtyard gate, followed by hearty laughter.
"Hahaha! Chang'an, you finally woke up! You've kept your Yue Grandfather waiting so anxiously!"
Before the words had finished ringing out, Niu Yue and his daughter