"Mo Siyu definitely cannot win," Mr. Meng returned home, the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. How could he make such a bet? Even if Mr. Meng disliked Mo Siyu, his abilities were truly... Every time Mr. Meng thought about potentially losing the tea and losing face, he really wanted to give himself a beating. "Old Master Meng, what's wrong with you?" Qu Feng came out with tea, only to see Old Master Meng hitting himself. Qu Feng hurried forward to ask. Mr. Meng's body wasn't what it used to be. "Xiao Feng," Old Master Meng couldn't help but speak when he saw Qu Feng, saying, "I just made a bet with Old Qin." Once the floodgates opened, it was like he had endless things to say. Old Master Meng explained the reason, angrily saying, "I just don't believe that Mo Siyu can actually secure that order." "Old Master Meng, I also think it's impossible, you know, with so many ship transportation orders, how could he possibly take them all?" Qu Feng said smiling, then asked, "Old Master Meng, do you really dislike Mo Siyu that much?" "Hmph," Mr. Meng snorted softly without speaking. Though the matter with Yanzhi was his own fault, he bore a grudge against Mo Siyu too, Old Master Meng was feeling, why was his own grandson so lacking in character? Reportedly from a poor family, yet so outstanding. Mr. Meng felt unbalanced inside, he could not exactly say he disliked Mo Siyu, but he felt uncomfortable the more outstanding Mo Siyu became, the more uncomfortable he felt inside. Qu Feng didn't know what was going on in Mr. Meng's mind, he had been following Mr. Meng since he was little, in his heart, Mr. Meng was a respected elder, the person he looked up to. Qu Feng's eyes flickered, he was somewhat familiar with the people in ship transportation. Tang Yue looked at the newly renovated marriage house with a trace of anticipation, the walls had been re-papered, the once yellowish walls were now snowy white, the roof had been replaced with red glazed tiles, and there was still some renovation material piled in the courtyard, which looked a bit messy, but she believed that it would only get better. "Xiao Yue, why are you here?" Mo Xiaolin was watching them sand the floor, it used to be wooden flooring, but it was easy to hide mice beneath, so after discussing with Tang Yue, they decided to opt for polished floors, as they are cleaner and easier to maintain than concrete floors. "Mom, I just came to look," Tang Yue said smiling, Mo Xiaolin was all dusty, she apologetically said: "Mom." This content belongs to novel·fire.net "Xiao Yue, it's very dusty here, let's talk outside," Mo Xiaolin interrupted her and pulled her outside. Once the sanding noise quieted down a bit, she continued, "Xiao Yue, mom hasn't been able to contribute much, being able to help with something makes me very happy. Mom now hopes for nothing else, just for you and Si Yu to get married soon." Mo Xiaolin's words were gentle, even covered in dust, she maintained an elegant and graceful demeanor. "Mom, you've worked hard," Tang Yue didn't say much, she added, "Right, the flooring is almost done, next up are the kitchen and the bathroom, right?" "Yes," Mo Xiaolin added, "Regarding the toilets, I have already spoken with them about building two toilets." With many rooms here, the Tang Family can accommodate more visitors in the future. Having only one toilet would be inconvenient with more people, especially if children come along. Placing a toilet behind the master bedroom, separated by a room, would stay clean with regular cleaning and wouldn't smell. At noon, Mo Xiaolin invited Tang Yue back home for a meal. Now that she is with Meng Jin, she's living the scene she had dreamt of countless times before. She feels happy and fortunate every day, her face often brightening with smiles, making her look even younger. Previously, Mo Xiaolin's face always carried a hint of worry, but now, it was filled with happiness. "Mom, go rest, I'll cook," said Tang Yue as she bought groceries and busied herself in the kitchen. "Let's cook together." Mo Xiaolin watched Tang Yue with admiration. Others might worry about mother-in-law and daughter-in-law issues, but she didn't have to worry about that at all. "Mom, Si Yu seems to be negotiating a partnership with a shipping company. If they secure this deal, Si Yu will be busy with work," Tang Yue answered, hinting at the early stages of the future booming express delivery industry. She believed that once Pinganda developed, it would become the fastest courier service. "Yes, he is indeed very busy," Mo Xiaolin, being experienced, understood Tang Yue's thoughts and said, "Xiao Yue, today is Friday. You can go to the company; maybe you'll see Si Yu." "Mom, I was just asking," Tang Yue said, somewhat embarrassed. Mo Xiaolin smiled and said, "Xiao Yue, Mom really hopes you'll go see Si Yu, and bring him some delicious food to improve his living conditions." "Alright, he loves braised pork; I'll make some for him," Tang Yue immediately started. Braised pork was Si Yu's favorite, especially the cuts that were half-fat and half-lean. She filled a bowl with braised pork and packed it in a lunch box, then specifically went to the market to buy cucumbers, chili peppers, edamame, and winter melons. After packing some clothes, she headed to the clothing store. Ming Yue Clothing, although just opened recently, was doing very well. Wei Jiajia had hired shop assistants, and it felt overwhelmingly busy. Tang You'an was sent to kindergarten, though he was a little young, but at least someone was taking care of him. "Xiao Yue, are you going to Pinganda?" Wei Jiajia, after selling clothes, noticed Tang Yue carrying many items and, realizing it was Friday, guessed that she was heading to the Pinganda Company. "Yes, Auntie, please inform Qingyang later, otherwise, he will worry," Tang Yue reminded. "Alright," Wei Jiajia agreed, advising, "Be careful on the road, and call back once you get there." "Got it," Tang Yue said, pulling her numerous bags along to the fleet. Lian Qingyang returned from the Red Bean Restaurant, hearing the news that the game was ready for trial. Lian Qingyang immediately got busy. This was a simple shooting game, not exactly beautiful in graphics, but he found it addictive. Throughout the gaming process, he recorded any issues encountered. He would then modify, continue playing, and see what problems persisted until the game ran perfectly. Only after that, with sore eyes, did he realize it was already 2 AM. Lian Qingyang announced a raise, creating a joyful atmosphere in the studio. In high spirits, Lian Qingyang took everyone out for a late-night snack to celebrate, the group being mostly young people, they all had fun, singing late into the night. Being young, staying up all night was nothing for Lian Qingyang. Considering it was still early, he decided to buy breakfast and deliver it to the alley.