I really like your sand sculpture group friends

"Of course." Upon hearing this, Su Yuntao smiled proudly, as if he had been praised. "They are my daughters whom I am very proud of."

"Stop just chatting." Su Mengyao rubbed her stomach, giving a pitiful look. "Let's grill something and chat while we eat. I'm starving."

Jiang Mengya smiled gently as she looked at her youngest daughter and nodded tenderly: "Go ahead, be careful not to burn yourself."

With permission granted, Su Mengyao gave a small cheer and excitedly walked quickly to the open space next to her, squatted down, and began to study how to light the grill.

"Then I'll go help Mengyao first, lest she take the oven apart." Su Mengli smiled and got up to walk towards the oven.

Suddenly, only Mo Xiangwen and the two elders were left on the scene. He felt an invisible pressure coming on, his stomach started to hurt, and he unconsciously straightened his posture.

To ease the tension, he chuckled and stood up, saying, "Then I'll go help too." He then walked towards the oven.

Su Yuntao had just raised his hand to stop him when Jiang Mengya clapped her hands. He looked at Jiang Mengya in confusion, only to see her gently shaking her head with a smile.

Seeing that his wife meant this, Su Yuntao had no choice but to give up his plan to call her back.

However, the oven is indeed not very big, so it doesn't require many people to help.

As soon as he approached, Su Mengyao waved her hand without looking up: "Oh dear, there's no room here. Go chat with your parents."

Su Mengli shook her head at him and smiled gently, "Leave this to us, you can go back and sit down."

Mo Xiangwen, who had been chased back by the two sisters, stood there somewhat helplessly. He happened to see Jiang Mengya carefully preparing the ingredients to be grilled. He was about to go over to help when he saw that Su Yuntao had already walked over to her first.

Mo Xiangwen was very sensible and didn't go forward.

"Let me do it," Su Yuntao said gently, reaching out to take the ingredients from his wife's hands.

Jiang Mengya deftly dodged his hand, smiled and glared at him: "Don't make things worse, go talk to Xiao Mo."

So Su Yuntao was also "sent back," and he and Mo Xiangwen stared at each other for a while, both of them unable to help but show a helpless smile.

Su Yuntao suddenly slapped his forehead, his eyes lighting up: "By the way, Xiang Wen, I remember you brought fishing gear, right?"

Seeing Mo Xiangwen nod, he continued, "Fishing should be allowed here; I saw a sign over there. How about we go fishing for a while?"

"It's been a long time since I've gone fishing, so this is a good opportunity to satisfy my craving."

Mo Xiangwen was worried about how to spend time alone with his elders, and this suggestion was exactly what he wanted to hear. He immediately agreed, "Okay, Uncle. Mengyao also likes grilled fish. If we can catch one later, we can make a grilled fish meal for them."

After saying that, Mo Xiangwen turned around to get his fishing gear.

?

Su Yuntao stared at his retreating figure, slightly taken aback.

You've only known each other for a short time, how do you even know what Mengyao likes to eat? And you even called her by her name? This is outrageous!

Chapter 163 A Good-Tempered Young Man

After telling Jiang Mengya that they were going fishing, Su Yuntao and Jiang Mengya went to the fishing platform set up at the campsite. They put their fishing boxes in place and began to adjust their floats.

Mo Xiangwen gently cast his fishing rod, and the float and bait on the hook traced a beautiful arc as they fell into the water.

Next, you can enjoy the scenery or play on your phone; just keep an eye on the floating object out of the corner of your eye.

Actually, you don't need to look at the float, because no fish will actually bite it anyway.

But with elders around, Mo Xiangwen was too embarrassed to take out his phone to play, so he chose to look at the scenery instead.

It must be said that the view of the endless river from here is truly magnificent.

Seeing how skilled he was at adjusting the float and casting the rod, Su Yuntao asked with some doubt, "You're a student, do you have a hobby of fishing?"

Mo Xiangwen smiled and said, "I've fished quite a lot before."

Su Yuntao was puzzled. How could a freshman like you have "before"?

Fishing, especially wild fishing, is a great way to kill time; you can often sit for an entire day.

Even after it's over, they'll take a stroll through the farmers' market to buy groceries to take home.

High school is a demanding time, so where would one find the leisure to indulge in such pursuits? Moreover, this young man and his daughter were admitted to the same prestigious university.

Su Yuntao suppressed his doubts and cast his fishing rod out.

Two grown men sat there fishing, occasionally rebaiting their bait, and the atmosphere was much more relaxed than when the five of them had sat there earlier.

However, sitting there was boring, and he couldn't keep looking at the scenery forever, so Mo Xiangwen thought for a moment and then spoke first.

"Uncle Su, Mengli said she wanted to take this opportunity to discuss that payment today?"

Su Yuntao was pulled back from his reverie by the word "Uncle Su," and nodded slightly.

"About... that money for your studio. Although it's for charity, won't you reconsider?" Su Yuntao said casually, "Young man, making money isn't easy, especially in a couple of years it might be even harder."

He shouldn't have said such a thing, but considering that the young man was his daughter's friend, he still chose to offer some advice.

Su Yuntao had also heard of "The Fox's Journey in Chang'an," but not through Su Mengli or Su Mengyao.

The game is just that popular, so popular that even someone like him who doesn't follow games inevitably hears about it.

After the game became a nationwide sensation, Su Mengyao told him about it with a boastful air, and he then learned that the game was created by his daughter and a few other young people.

If this news was already somewhat unbelievable to him...

Two days later, when his other daughter came back and told him that their studio was going to donate the money, he found it even harder to understand.

If it were someone else, he would definitely think it was a joke.

But this was his daughter, and she told him that the money was to be used to purchase supplies and send them to the mountains, so he had no reason to doubt her.

Although he has donated millions of yuan to disaster areas and mountainous regions over the years, he has never taken out such a large sum of money at once.

Young people, they really don't value money.

Mo Xiangwen was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded: "Judging from this trend, the economic situation in two years is indeed not very good."

No wonder he's Su Mengli's father; he's a seasoned businessman with many years of experience.

He even sensed the beginnings of the global financial crisis two years later.

No wonder Su Mengli has such a keen business sense.

He paused for a moment, then continued, "However, Uncle Su, you don't need to worry that I'll go back on my word. I'll consider this money as an initial investment, and I'll earn it back sooner or later."

Su Yuntao was speechless. Is this the kind of money you can just earn whenever you want?

However, coming from the mouth of this young man, it was strangely convincing.

After all, judging from the small game from their studio, their success was no accident.

"Oh? You seem quite confident," Su Yuntao asked casually. "So, how do you think the economy will develop two years from now?"

Su Yuntao didn't know why he asked a college student such a question. Maybe it was because his daughter had a good relationship with him? Maybe it was because Old Li thought highly of him? Or maybe it was because even his old classmate praised the young man's thinking?

But it doesn't matter. Anyway, when men chat, if they don't talk about this, they might talk about something more dangerous or awkward, since this is his daughter's good friend and classmate.

Mo Xiangwen hesitated for a moment, but then he thought that this was, after all, Mengli and Mengyao's father, and that he had already sensed something was going on, so it wouldn't hurt to say a few words.

Besides, he really did have something he needed to ask if Su Yuntao was willing to help with. Although it would be a win-win situation, it depended on whether Su Yuntao trusted him.

"Although the global financial crisis has struck again, the virtual industry..." Mo Xiangwen explained in detail.

While Mo Xiangwen and Su Yuntao, two grown men, were enthusiastically discussing the economy, at the same time, at the campsite...

Jiang Mengya looked around and, seeing that Su Yuntao and Mo Xiangwen had not yet returned, took the prepared materials to her two daughters.

She said gently, "By the way, Mengli and Mengyao, which of you is free to take a bottle of water to your father and classmate Mo? They went fishing and haven't come back yet. It seems like they didn't bring any water with them."

Upon hearing this, Su Mengli was about to get up when Su Mengyao grabbed her and pressed her down.

"I'll do it, I'll go," Su Mengyao replied with a smile, her eyebrows curving upwards. "Sister, you and Mom should rest here."

Seeing her younger sister's enthusiasm, Su Mengli stopped competing, but still called out to her, "Mengyao, wait a minute."

"What's wrong, sister?" Su Mengyao paused, looking at Su Mengli with a puzzled expression.

“It’s a bit cooler by the river. Dad’s suit is fine, but Xiangwen went out in a short-sleeved shirt today.” Su Mengli handed her the sun-protective clothing she had taken off earlier: “Take this sun-protective clothing and give it to Xiangwen. It will at least block out the wind.”

Jiang Mengya blinked and remained silent.

"Okay." Su Mengyao winked at her sister, picked up a bottle of juice and a bottle of mineral water, and then grabbed two bags of snacks from the side before walking towards the river.

The fishing platform is under the shade of trees, and the river breeze blows across the water in gusts.

It's autumn now, but when you're in the city or at a campsite, you don't really feel the sun shining on you.

There was no sunshine, and they were by the river. The chill brought by the gusts of wind made him break out in goosebumps. Mo Xiangwen quickly rubbed his arms to warm them up.

The two were having a pleasant conversation when Su Yuntao noticed his little gesture and couldn't help but smile to himself.

It's been months already, and they're wearing short sleeves and shorts even though they know they're coming to the riverbank.

"Young man," Su Yuntao said earnestly, "you should exercise more when you have time. Back in our day, we dared to swim in the river in winter. How can you not even handle a little autumn wind?"

Mo Xiangwen glanced at his casual suit and was immediately speechless.

In any case, Uncle Su's suit was much more windproof than a regular long-sleeved shirt.

Not to mention he was wearing short sleeves, how could he compare?

However, Uncle Su is right; it's always good to keep exercising.

Since the school sports meet ended two days ago, he, Su Mengyao, and Su Mengli haven't gone for a morning run.

Although Su Mengli's ankle injury made running inconvenient, she stopped her morning runs.

But to be honest, Su Mengli not going for a morning run has little to do with him and Su Mengyao not going; it's mainly because the two of them are just being lazy.

"Uncle Su, you're right." Mo Xiangwen lowered his head with a hint of shame. "We should definitely keep exercising."

Sigh, it's decided. Since it was Uncle Su who reminded him to exercise, he can't forget his roots.

When we get back, I'll have to drag Su Mengyao out of bed to go for morning exercise together.

Even if you don't go back to school, it's good to run around the neighborhood and buy breakfast on the way.

Otherwise, getting up this late every day when there are no classes is really bad for my health. Mo Xiangwen thought to himself with some shame.

Su Yuntao glanced at him in surprise. He hadn't expected that this young man would have no temper at all and would just agree to be lectured like that.

Young people these days are really strange. Su Yuntao shook his head and gave a soft "hmm".

P.S.: Adjusting my sleep schedule, hoping it will be successful.

Chapter 164 Alright, for your sake

Suddenly, Mo Xiangwen felt a light tap on his shoulder. He instinctively turned his head and saw Su Mengyao, whom he had been thinking about just a moment ago, standing behind him with a charming smile.

"Mengyao?" Mo Xiangwen looked at her in surprise. "Why are you here? Weren't you preparing a barbecue with Mengli?"

Hearing the noise, Su Yuntao, who was focused on watching the fishing float, turned around and saw Su Mengyao standing next to Mo Xiangwen, one hand casually on his shoulder and the other holding a coat.

Without a word, Su Mengyao stuffed the clothes into Mo Xiangwen's arms and said with a grin, "Here, my sister asked me to bring this to you."

"Did Mengli ask you to bring this over?" Mo Xiangwen picked up the coat in surprise and glanced at it. It was a thin sun-protective shirt.

"Sunscreen clothing?" He shook his head and handed the clothes back. "Thank Mengli for me, but I don't really need it. It's quite cool under the shade of the tree."

Su Yuntao, sitting to the side, couldn't sit still any longer. Why was Mengli so concerned about this kid? He forced a slightly awkward smile and said in as gentle a tone as possible, "Yes, Mengyao, since Mo said so, and there's plenty of shade here, why don't we take it back first?"

Su Mengyao seemed not to hear her father's words, and stuffed the clothes back into Mo Xiangwen's hands, shaking her head: "My sister said it's good to block the river wind. I've been here for a while and I feel a bit chilly; the wind is strong by the river."

Mo Xiangwen opened his mouth, about to refuse again.

"Be careful not to make your sister angry again." Su Mengyao patted his head with a smile before he could finish.

This slap reminded Mo Xiangwen of Su Mengli's angry expression in the kitchen earlier. He stopped his refusal and changed the subject: "Then... please thank Mengli for me."

Seeing his expression, Su Mengyao chuckled and nodded: "Well, although I don't think she really wants to hear that, I'll still pass it on for you."

Su Yuntao, standing to the side, unconsciously tightened his grip on the fishing rod.

"Oh right, there's water too." Su Mengyao picked up the drink she had just put down and handed him a bottle. "I checked, there's no coconut water or blueberry juice. Would you like some orange juice?"

"Hmm, that works too." Mo Xiangwen reached out and took it, chuckling, "Thanks."

“Sigh,” Su Mengyao shook her head slightly and sighed, “When will you be able to get rid of this habit of always saying thank you?”

Mo Xiangwen was speechless. How could you expect him to change a habit that was almost ingrained in his bones?

He shook his head, about to say something, but then he saw Su Mengyao had already walked over to Su Yuntao with another bottle of water, so he had no choice but to swallow his words.