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Big Yellow was still angrily gripping Zhu Wuneng's trouser leg and shaking it back and forth. Yuan Run stood beside them, making a show of saying, "Stop making a fuss, stop making a fuss." Chen Xiaojun waved a crunchy cucumber stick in front of Big Yellow's nose to coax him, while An Mingyuan and Qiu Qingquan laughed so hard their stomachs hurt and they could barely straighten up.
Just then, a voice rang out at the courtyard entrance, accompanied by the tantalizing aroma of meat:
"Come on, lads! Look what your uncle brought you! Xin just took it out of the pot."
Everyone turned toward the voice. The newcomer had ordinary looks, a square face, dark skin, deep nasolabial folds, a low nose bridge with a round, fleshy tip, and thick eyebrows. His stocky, muscular frame resembled an iron tower, and he wore the navy-blue uniform of a Chen Clan steward. Several deep wrinkles were etched between his brows, like furrows pressed into him by years of worries.
He greeted everyone with a smile. Behind him followed a boy of about twelve or thirteen, broad-boned and sturdy as a little tree stump. His short, square face still held a childish air, his thick eyebrows were unruly, his gaze was lowered, and his slightly thick lips were pressed shut. He, too, carried a large platter piled high with food.
"Wow! Uncle Gu!" Apart from Chen Xiaojun, the other four rose almost simultaneously, smiles spreading across their faces.
The man was Gu Yuanchao, a steward of the Chen Clan's back quarters and a Soul Emperor.
Gu Yuanchao and the boy behind him set two large platters of fragrant beef and lamb on the stone table.
The rich aroma instantly