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Chapter 1288: Chapter 1087: Elder Brother’s Love_1 Chapter 1288: Chapter 1087: Elder Brother’s Love_1 “`

Upon seeing Qiao Xiaomai arrive, Yang Hao put away the helpless expression on his face and asked, “Miss Qiao, why have you come?”

“Isn’t this my home? Can’t I come? Besides, we’ve been married for so long; why are you still calling me Miss Qiao? You should be calling me Baroness,” Yang Ye casually slumped in his chair, unabashedly rebuking his elder brother.

Yang Hao had doted on him like a son since childhood, but they were brothers, not father and son; thus, Yang Hao never had that “strict father” harshness with him–it was always tenderness from beginning to end.

In such an atmosphere, when Yang Ye got temperamental, he’d stop observing the formalities, doing and saying what Yang Zheng dared not.

Facing a rebuke in front of others, Yang Hao’s face showed even more helplessness. “What’s all this? The first thing I said was just a polite remark, the second–out of habit.”

Qiao Xiaomai was renowned in Daqi when she was still unmarried, and Cong Sanlang’s reputation didn’t quite match hers, so people continued to call her Miss Qiao.

Yang Ye was just making trouble for no reason.

Qiao Xiaomai slightly tilted her head, unsure of what had gotten into Yang Ye. She hesitated, wondering whether to leave, “It’s nothing much, I just wanted to ask what you’ll be having for lunch today.”

At that, Yang Hao immediately laughed, pointing to Yang Ye, “He hasn’t tried crawfish yet, so let’s make spicy crawfish for lunch.”

“And didn’t you say last time that the broth from the spicy crawfish can be used to cook hot pot? How about you go through the trouble of making some fish balls and such?”

Qiao Xiaomai, “…okay.”

“Spicy food can lead to internal heat in the summer, and just yesterday, Yeye brought over some snow pears. Why don’t you stew some rock sugar snow pears?”

Qiao Xiaomai, “…okay.”

“Also, there’s that new salt-baked chicken you made, and century eggs. Yeye hasn’t tried them either; make them all together.

Qiao Xiaomai, “…okay.”

Eating so much–aren’t you afraid of overeating?

And here Yang Hao was, getting rebuked by Yang Ye one moment, cheerfully discussing the menu the next.

Hopelessly doting on his brother, beyond help.

Yang Ye, lounging in his chair, hearing the list of dishes, felt his irritation subside slightly. Flicking open his fan, he fanned himself a few times and asked Qiao Xiaomai, “Qiao Xiaomai, what are you really here for?”

“Nothing, I just noticed you hadn’t been around for a while and wanted to ask if there’s anything specific you wanted to eat.”

“Don’t try to pacify me with those words. Out with it, what did you really come here for?” said Yang Ye, rolling his eyes.

Qiao Xiaomai, “…I actually wanted to ask about the matter you were helping me look into.”

“Ah, that.” Yang Ye nodded knowingly and pointed to a chair nearby, “Sit.”

Qiao Xiaomai walked over and sat down as instructed.

“What’s the matter?” Yang Hao asked, piqued with curiosity.

“It’s about that matter concerning Qiao Qinghe. Qiao Xiaomai had asked me to look into it, and there’s been some progress recently,” Yang Ye explained while waving his fan. “I had people inquire in their respective areas, asking in various directions. Ultimately, the focus turned to Capital City.”

“Big brother, that lady related to Qiao Qinghe is quite something. Guess who she is?” Yang Ye said, raising his eyebrows with a slightly smug look.

He had managed to discover such a matter; he too was quite impressive!

“Can’t guess,” Yang Hao shook his head honestly.

Seeing this, Yang Ye stopped teasing him and revealed directly, “The woman who was swept away in the flood years ago is very likely the birth mother of Zhongshu Sheren Fan De’an, the grandmother of Fan Jia.”

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