Old Master Shen was filled with emotion. He stood up, leaning on his cane. "The second piece of news is that the first-class merit award we fought for for you has been approved."
Feng Yuan lowered his hand, thinking he had misheard.
"Your contributions and sacrifices should not be erased." Shen Henian, representing the organization, extended his hand to him solemnly, " Feng Yuan, welcome back to the team."
Two minutes later, Feng Yuan saw Shen Qianshan in the outer courtyard.
The man leaned against a tree, wearing camouflage pants and a black T-shirt. He had a well-built upper body and a tall, slender figure.
He held a lit cigarette between his fingers, took a deep drag, and tilted his head back slightly.
As his Adam's apple bobbed, his gaze inadvertently drifted towards the doorway.
The wolf's fierce and agitated eyes trembled slightly. Almost instantly, it straightened up, threw away its cigarette, and stomped on the ground.
"How's it going?"
Like Feng Yuan Shen Huaian disliked smoking.
Shen Qianshan usually doesn't smoke in front of him.
But what he didn't know was that Feng Yuan enjoyed watching him smoke.
Wild and sexy.
"I should call you captain now." Feng Yuan walked over and stepped into the sunlight, his eyes sparkling with laughter.
Shen Qianshan realized something and subconsciously looked behind him. Old Master Shen stood quietly under the eaves, leaning on his cane, and nodded slowly.
Shen Qianshan was agitated. "You..."
Feng Yuan's smile widened, and he quickened his pace to rush forward. Shen Qianshan couldn't help but step closer to him, stretching out his arms to embrace him tightly.
Under the sunlight, Feng Yuan smiled, his expression proud, and the curve of his lips was bright and dazzling.
" Shen Qianshan, I'm free."
From now on, I can stand shoulder to shoulder with you on the dangerous front lines, and I can also love you in the prosperous and flourishing Prosperous Age.
"Yes, A-Yuan is great." Shen Qianshan leaned down and kissed his forehead, saying seriously, "Praise him."
Feng Yuan chuckled.
Not far away, Old Master Shen watched the two embrace, their shadows merging together, and his eyes welled up with tears again.
He shook his head, lamenting that he was getting old, and slowly turned to go back into the house.
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"Brother, I won't be going back at noon. I have a gig tonight, and I also have to record a variety show early in the morning."
Shen Huaian glanced at the person beside him and said, "Don't worry, Lin Fox is with me."
Shen Qianshan stood at the kitchen doorway, watching the busy figures inside while talking on the phone with her younger brother. "Have you been taking on too many gigs lately? Don't overwork yourself."
"Pshaw, what I did is nothing, my second brother is truly ruthless!"
Shen Qianshan frowned, finally realizing where the problem lay.
His younger brother was led astray by Wen Jiu, that workaholic.
"Where's Lin Changfeng? Let him answer the phone."
Feng Yuan stir-fried the cabbage for a while, then, after a moment's thought, he took some water from the side and poured it into the pot. He awkwardly controlled the heat and put the lid on.
She found a moment to walk over and put her hand on his shoulder. "Are you keeping an eye on me? You've been calling so often."
Shen Qianshan gave a few instructions and hung up the phone. Before he could even speak, a barrage of accusations and blame were thrown at him.
" Lin Changfeng has it tough too. That young couple is being tormented by your two or three phone calls every day; they're probably developing PTSD."
"What? You can bully others, but when it's your brother's turn, you won't let him do it?"
" Shen Qianshan, you've finally figured out how to apply double standards."
Shen Qianshan wanted to argue that he hadn't, that he was just worried about An'an getting tired from work, but after hearing what he said, he couldn't help but say, " An'an is still young."
Feng Yuan: "... I'm 24."
Shen Qianshan remained silent.
" Lin Changfeng is a really good person. He may seem like a playboy, but he's actually gentle and meticulous. He's incredibly perceptive and won't let An'an suffer any injustice."
"On the contrary, An'an might not know her own strength when she strikes."
Feng Yuan heard about their bittersweet past, their childhood sweetheart relationship, and how their years of waiting finally led to marriage, without any unnecessary misunderstandings.
Both of them prioritize their careers over romance, and now that everything is going well, it's time to enjoy their sweet love.
"Don't worry about it. Getting too involved isn't good." Feng Yuan patted the big wolfhound's face with a mischievous grin. "Putting everything else aside, in that area alone, it's hard to say who'll bully whom."
Shen Qianshan's eyes showed suspicion.
It wasn't that he didn't trust Feng Yuan; he believed everything his wife said in their professional field. But when it came to life and relationships... Shen Qianshan really couldn't say anything good about it.
It's certain that the Feng Yuan is reversed.
An'an has a good image in public, but she becomes incredibly soft and clingy when she's around someone surnamed Lin, more so than superglue.
Feng Yuan, oblivious to this, continued talking to himself, his words laced with personal opinions. "Unlike that dog Feng Chi, who bites anyone he can get his hands on."
Shen Qianshan frowned.
Feng Yuan glanced at the time, making precise time management, and started walking back.
Shen Qianshan followed closely behind.
Feng Yuan seized the opportunity to complain, "Every time I go to see Xiaojiu, he looks like a pitiful flower who has been bullied terribly, with swollen eyes from crying."
"It's all thanks to his ability to withstand it. If you ask me, it must be because that dog Feng Chi is so Feng Chi. No wonder he won Best Actor for his first film..."
Feng Yuan lifted the pot lid, and suddenly stopped talking.
Feng Yuan: "..."
Shen Qianshan stared at the large cabbage in the pot, which looked like it was submerged in water, resembling a lonely island floating on the sea, with a layer of oil floating on the edge of the island.
The soup was still bubbling away, and for a moment, Shen Qianshan suddenly forgot what he was about to say.
Shen Qianshan: "... Did you just release the water?"
"I put in a little, what's wrong?"
Without batting an eye, Feng Yuan used a spatula to scoop out and pour away the broth. After scooping for a while, he complained that it wasn't enough and ordered, "Pass me the spoon on your left."
Instead of arguing with this kitchen novice who had only "learned" to cook vegetarian dishes after a week, about whether it was "a little" or "a lot," President Shen sighed silently and handed him the soup spoon.
It's his fault; seeing his wife's practiced movements and confident expression, and that she wasn't making any big noise, he became negligent.
"You don't need to add water when stir-frying cabbage," Shen Qianshan couldn't help but remind him. "The method I taught you is designed to make it easier for the cabbage to release water."
Feng Yuan ladled out the soup, turned off the heat, and handed the plate to him.
"Um?"
Shen Qianshan: "... That's good, you've improved."
Feng Yuan was quite satisfied with the dish; it had all the necessary ingredients and was very colorful. He took a pair of chopsticks and handed them to the person next to him. "Try it."
Shen Qianshan took a bite.
"How is it? It should be cooked through after cooking for so long, right?"
"..." President Shen, feeling exhausted. "You forgot to add salt, you know that?"
Feng Yuan's face instantly turned ugly, both embarrassed and ashamed, with a hint of anger.
Feng Yuan snatched the chopsticks away, gritting his teeth, and said, "I've added salt!"
How could he make the same mistake twice?!
Feng Yuan felt his intelligence had been insulted!
Half a minute later, Feng Yuan silently stormed out of the door.
Half an hour later, Shen Qianshan set out the food and invited Feng Yuan back from the sofa, deliberately pushing the sweet and sour pork towards Feng Yuan.
The steps were built with practiced ease. "The soup must have absorbed the salt; it's not your fault."
Shen Qianshan placed a piece of sweet and sour pork in his bowl, becoming increasingly adept at coaxing him. "A reward for cooking."
Feng Yuan angrily poked the pork tenderloin in his bowl with his chopsticks, his face displeased.
"I'm not doing it anymore."
Shen Qianshan had a premonition. "Hmm, let's not do it."
A small plate of cabbage did not defeat this renowned former assassin. In fact, during his time back, Feng Yuan learned many new things, became familiar with the jargon of the fandom, and downloaded a lot of entertainment apps, becoming a member of the Perpetual Motion Machines.
With nothing to do that evening, Feng Yuan lay in Shen Qianshan's arms watching Wen Jiu's live stream.
Celebrating reaching 100 million followers!
"Which way in?... Here, I see... Has it started? Oh, then I'll go in first..."
"How do I tip?"
"Click this?"
Shen Qianshan embraced him from behind, lightly touching the tablet screen with his fingertips, bringing up a page for sending gifts.
Feng Yuan immediately topped up his account.
Shen Qianshan asked casually, "Have you been going to see Wen Jiu lately?"
"No." Feng Yuan shook his head and smashed thirty spaceships in one go.
"It's the same meeting we had last time. Xiaojiu's schedule has been getting busier and busier lately. Any free time Feng Chi that dog Feng Chi. Why should I bother getting involved?"
After saying that, she looked up at him again, "Are you jealous?"
Shen Qianshan didn't speak. Feng Yuan smiled, rubbed his abs, and said, "You might as well just soak in a vat of vinegar. You're not young anymore, but you're still quite jealous."
"..." Shen Qianshan's wolfish eyes narrowed slightly, his tone dangerous, "You think I'm too old?"