After a good night's sleep, Meng Wan sat up, drew back the curtains, and gazed at the scenery outside for a while. Coming to her senses, she picked up her phone and checked the time: 9:30 AM.
Just as I was about to put my phone down, a call popped up.
"Hey." Meng Wan, who had just gotten up, unconsciously added a soft, coquettish tone to her voice.
Yan Nian lost her grip on the pen and dropped it on the table. Her ears turned red, and she was a far cry from the fierce look she had before making the phone call.
"Just woke up?" The slightly deep voice carried a hint of helplessness, yet it also stirred Meng Wan's sleepiness.
"Mmm," she replied lazily, her eyes half-closed.
"You didn't reply to my messages after I helped you. Is Miss so busy?" Although it was an accusation, it carried a hint of grievance, like a big dog being neglected by its owner.
"We were discussing things yesterday, and by the time we finished, it was already past midnight, so I just fell asleep." Meng Wan yawned without any regard for her image.
Yan Nian frowned. "Is something wrong now?"
"It's nothing serious. By the way, I'm going to see Old Chen the day after tomorrow afternoon, and I'll be taking my second brother with me."
"The old man will definitely complain that you only contacted him because you needed something," Yan Nian said with a smile.
Meng Wan touched the tip of her nose and did not refute.
"Oh, right, I'll make a list for you later, and you can have the things delivered over there."
"Miss Meng, I'm a manager, why do you treat me like a subordinate every day? Am I just a tool?" Yan Nian, the tool, was extremely dissatisfied.
"Back-to-School Newsletter Menu".
"Alright, I'll deliver it to your door in an hour, Miss. Please remember to sign for it!"
Meng Wan chuckled and cursed, then hung up the phone, her sleepiness dissipating somewhat. Yan Nian whistled, finding even Assistant Yao, who brought in coffee, much more agreeable.
Stepping out of the room, Qin Yi was in the kitchen preparing sandwiches and seaweed rolls. Seeing Meng Wan come out, she smiled and waved. Before Meng Wan could speak, Qin Yi popped a small piece of sandwich into her mouth.
"How is it?" Qin Yi's eyes were full of anticipation, yet tinged with a slight lack of confidence.
Meng Wan chewed and swallowed, then nodded. "It's delicious. Not dry, not hard, just right."
"Try this one too." Qin Yi felt relieved, cut off another piece of seaweed roll, and fed it to Meng Wan.
Meng Wan's eyes lit up, and she ate another piece.
"I went to the market with your dad early this morning to buy these, they're all fresh. We talked to the owner, and they said they could give us a discount later." Seeing how accommodating Meng Wan was, Qin Yi's eyes were full of relief.
"It's fine." Meng Wan nodded. "By the way, where's Dad?"
“Your second brother and your dad went to bring the cart back early this morning. After Zhili brought it back, he went back to work at the shop. Your dad is downstairs cleaning the cart.”
"Then I'll go take a look."
"Okay, by the way, take the water and food down to your dad."
Meng Wan responded and took the cup downstairs.
Having been in this home for only two or three days, Meng Wan had already integrated herself into the community, and everything seemed to happen so naturally.
At the entrance, Meng Boqun was rinsing the cart with water. It looked almost clean and gleamed in the sunlight.
"Dad," Meng Wan greeted him. "Stop for a moment and eat something."
Hearing the sound, Meng Boqun smiled at her, turned off the tap, and walked over. He took the water, gulped it down, and soon more than half of it was gone.
"Hey, Lao Meng, who's this?" A woman carrying a garbage bag came out of the building and greeted him warmly.
"My daughter, Wanwan, say hello to your Aunt Chen," Meng Boqun said casually.
"Hello, Aunt Chen." Meng Wan greeted her politely.
"Good, very beautiful and polite. Old Meng, is this your eldest daughter or your second daughter?" Aunt Chen nodded with satisfaction, her face full of praise.
"I only have this one daughter." Meng Boqun's expression turned indifferent as he spoke, but as someone who had once held a high position, he was not one to show his emotions. In addition, Aunt Chen was straightforward and did not notice anything amiss.
"Really?" Aunt Chen felt a strange sensation that she couldn't quite put her finger on.
She happened to run into the Meng family when they moved here, and they chatted for a bit.
She only remembered that the Meng family boys were all quite polite, busy helping to move things. There was only one girl, wearing an expensive-looking dress and a big, pretty straw hat, who complained in a shrill voice about how dilapidated, dirty, and small the place was. When she saw her, she just snorted and went upstairs, her attitude extremely arrogant.
She didn't see the child's face clearly at the time, and can't remember the details, so it didn't leave a good impression. But this child today... seems like a completely different person from that one?
But since the parents had said so, Aunt Chen naturally wouldn't get stuck on an unsolvable problem.
"Aunt Chen, these are seaweed rolls my mom made. Would you like to try some?" Meng Wan handed the fork to Aunt Chen with a gentle smile, a kind of graceful demeanor that elders would appreciate.
"Qin Yi made this? Then I have to try it."
Meng Wan didn't say anything, quietly waiting for her to taste it. Sure enough, it also received a five-star review.
"My mom is planning to set up a stall outside the school when school starts, and she's looking for people to try it out. We told her it's delicious, but she didn't believe us. Aunt Chen, now that you've said so, my mom should believe you this time, right, Dad?"
“That’s right.” The father and daughter replied in perfect unison, their understanding unwavering.
"A stall set up at the school? That's great. There are a lot of kids around here. Just a few days ago, Aunt Wang and I were complaining about how the kids have to go to school and we have to get up early to cook for them. These brats, they don't eat their meals properly and just like to buy all sorts of random things outside. They don't even know how other people make them! There are so many illegal workshops these days, and they won't listen to anything we say."
The moment the topic of children came up, Aunt Chen stopped taking out the trash, pulled her foot back, and began to complain endlessly about the troubles of raising children. Meng Wan smiled and occasionally chimed in with a word or two.
"Then Aunt Chen, come to my house for a visit later. My mom is upstairs making sandwiches, seaweed rolls, and tea eggs. She'll be so happy if you come."
"That's great!" Aunt Chen slapped her thigh.
"Okay, Aunt Chen will bring Aunt Wang and the others to your house later to take a look. If it's good, we'll be your first customers."
"Oh, that's wonderful." Meng Wan sweet-talked her and said a few more nice words, making Aunt Chen so happy that she almost forgot to throw away the trash. When she left, she looked back three times and waved to Meng Wan.
Meng Wan stood obediently, waving her hand gently until Aunt Chen disappeared from sight before lowering her hand.
"Wanwan, how did you know Aunt Chen has children?" Meng Boqun asked casually.
"There was a blue backpack in her trash bag. The color was quite bright. Young people don't use it anymore; it's mostly used by elementary school students."
Meng Boqun nodded, his tone full of admiration. "Wanwan, you're very smart."
"I've only just started. Whether I can succeed depends on Mom." Meng Wan blinked, her eyes lively and alert.
Meng Boqun suddenly laughed, as if he had let go of something.
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