Seeing the cart in the yard and the workers digging a hole, Zhang Guiying's face darkened. "Stop! Stop! What are you doing?"

The two workers had no choice but to stop and look at Jiang Xuan, "Are you still going to fix it? We have other work to do this afternoon."

Ma Jinhua said with a smile, "Sister-in-law, Jiang Xuan is planning to build a bathroom. You're in luck from now on; you won't have to queue at the bathhouse anymore."

Zhang Guiying frowned. "Whose idea was this? I didn't agree to build a bathroom in the yard."

Jiang Xuan didn't even look at her before saying, "Why do I need your permission? This bathroom isn't shared; it's our own."

"Even if it's your own property, this yard belongs to everyone, right? You want to build a bathroom without my permission?"

Jiang Xuan pointed to a large vegetable garden on the other side of the pond, "Then let me ask you, did I agree to you planting vegetables there?"

"Then, you can plant it too."

Jiang Xuan continued, "Besides, this house seems to have been allocated to Sister Lan by the garment factory, right? Sister Lan didn't say anything, so why are you objecting?"

Ma Xiaolan nodded and said, "Yes, I agree to this. Jiang Xuan, you guys do your repairs."

"You, you..."

Ma Xiaolan gave her a cold look and went inside.

Seeing that the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law didn't look too happy, the neighbors left.

Zhang Guiying followed her in and saw Ma Xiaolan throwing things from the table into nylon bags.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Guiying tried to snatch the bowl and chopsticks from Ma Xiaolan's hands.

“I made it very clear last night that you should move to your eldest son’s house. By the way, isn’t that house yours too?”

"How do they manage to live in such a cramped place?"

Ma Xiaolan hissed, "They're both two-bedroom apartments. They only have one child, and we only have one child. They don't feel cramped living in our house, but they feel cramped living in other people's houses?"

Ma Xiaolan slammed the bowl and chopsticks into the trash can, and they shattered with a crash. "If your son doesn't want a divorce, then you'll have to move out. If you don't move out today, I'll throw all your things away as garbage."

Zhang Guiying was trembling with anger, but there was nothing she could do.

She really couldn't bring herself to suggest that they go live with the eldest son.

The eldest daughter-in-law may have sweet words, but she knew very well how the girl truly felt about them.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but curse Sun Jianjun in her heart again.

He looks tall and strong, but he can't even handle a woman.

A good-for-nothing.

*

Around noon, Lu Shengye returned, and by then, the workers had already started laying bricks.

Lu Shengye exchanged a few words with them and then went inside.

Dian Dian and Fan Xing were sitting at the table eating noodles with minced meat sauce. Next to them were a plate of cucumber salad and a plate of green bean salad.

"Dad, you're back?" Fanxing asked.

"Um, where's Aunt HyunHyun?"

"She's inside the house."

Lu Shengye walked in and saw Jiang Xuan sitting at the table, eating noodles and designing blueprints.

Several completed design drafts were placed next to it.

"Let's finish eating before you draw," Lu Shengye said, taking the pencil from her hand. "The food's getting cold."

"Shengye, why are you back? Have you eaten?"

"I've already eaten. I ran into the workers this morning, so I came over to check on them."

"By the way, do you know where I can get one of those mobile stalls custom-made? I'd like to make the pancakes right there at the stall from now on."

"A mobile stall?"

Jiang Xuan pushed the bowl aside, took out a piece of paper, and started drawing a sketch.

She drew the stall she wanted:

The countertop was divided into three areas.

The left side is the raw material area, where flour, eggs, oil, and various side dishes are displayed.

The middle area is the main work area, used for kneading dough and making pancakes.

The heating area is located on the right, equipped with a small gas stove and a frying pan.

A cabinet should be installed under the work surface to store various ingredients, tools, etc. Of course, a drawer for storing money should also be designed.

Ningzhou is prone to sandstorms, so the entire area for making the pancakes needs to be enclosed with glass to ensure cleanliness and hygiene.

Bicycles need to be installed on the stall so that it can be set up in other places in the future, and a large umbrella also needs to be designed above it.

Jiang Xuan handed the annotated sketch to Lu Shengye, "This is it. Can it be customized?"

Lu Shengye thought for a moment and said, "I know a very skilled blacksmith. Let's go ask him when I'm done with my work."

"Okay, I'll take Diandian and Fanxing to Grandpa's later. By the way, have you told Auntie when she can come over?"

She said she would go see her grandparents first, and then come over, which might take another two or three days.

Jiang Xuan ate her noodles. "I've already finished drawing the costume designs for the military region's performance. Do I need to send them over, or can you bring them to me?"

"I'll take it and put it in their mailbox."

*

Lu Shengye returned at five o'clock in the afternoon, and then rode his bicycle to take her to find blacksmith Master Yang.

The blacksmith shop is a bit far; it takes more than forty minutes to get there by bike.

The shop was a bit old, but all kinds of tools were neatly arranged. Iron blocks and steel bars were piled up in the corner, and the furnace on the workbench was burning brightly. Blacksmith Master Yang was hammering a piece of red-hot metal.

"Master Yang," Lu Shengye called out.

Yang the blacksmith stopped his work, wiped the sweat from his brow, and asked with a smile, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Jiang Xuan took out the sketch. "Master Yang, we want to customize a stall that makes egg pancakes. This is my design. Please take a look."

Yang the blacksmith walked to a bench to the side, put on his glasses, carefully examined the design drawings, and nodded: "Hmm, interesting. What are your specific requirements?"

Jiang Xuan repeated her idea, "The countertop is divided into three areas..."

After listening, Yang the blacksmith frowned and pondered for a moment: "Your requirements are indeed quite complicated, but not difficult. The glass cover needs to be stable to ensure it won't be damaged during transportation. Also, the gas stove and frying pan must be made of high-temperature resistant steel, not ordinary iron, otherwise it won't be safe."

Jiang Xuan's eyes lit up: "Master Yang, is all of this possible?"

"Can."

"Won't the cost be very high?"

Yang the blacksmith chuckled, pondered for a moment, and said, "I will do my best to use suitable and good materials, and I can make it exactly according to your design, ensuring that your stall is sturdy, durable, and good-looking. As for the cost, I estimate it to be around three hundred."

It didn't exceed Jiang Xuan's budget. "Okay, Master Yang, when can this be done?"

"I'll try my best to get it done, maybe in a week."

Jiang Xuan was overjoyed: "Master Yang, thank you so much!"

Yang the blacksmith clapped his hands and said, "No need to be polite. If you really want to do it, pay a deposit of 30 yuan today and come back in a week to pick it up."

Jiang Xuan took money with her when she went out, and she paid a deposit.

"Finally done." Jiang Xuan linked arms with Lu Shengye. "Just wait and see me make a fortune."

Lu Shengye chuckled softly, "As long as you're happy."

"Jiang Xuan." Suddenly a voice came from behind.

Jiang Xuan turned around.