"Sister, I think I smell the stinky feet of my brother."
"Hahaha, youâre killing me."
"Cough, cough, cough~" Zhou Yaling, who was eating instant noodles, burst into laughter and ended up choking.
There was no one across from Zhou Yaling, or else they would have been covered in the smell of instant noodles.
The little one pinched her nose with one hand and held a phone with the other, pointing its camera at a pair of white sneakers, "Sister, look, those are brotherâs big stinky shoes."
"Oh come on, Candy, letâs not look at that, sisterâs still eating instant noodles!"
"Alrighty~"
At this moment, Mo Jingchun walked out of the bathroom with freshly washed feet.
The suite wasnât that big, and the little oneâs voice was loud enough that it would be strange if he hadnât heard it.
Mo Jingchun said with a resentful look on his face, "Guoguo, youâre disdaining your brother."
"Boohoo~ Brother, it really stinks so much."
Since the little one could remember, in her impression, her brotherâs feet always stunk.
It was only a bit better during winter.
Watching Zhou Yaling laugh so happily in the phone video, Mo Jingchun chuckled.
"Wow? Eating instant noodles again?"
"I want to eat instant noodles, I feel like it."
"Really? Should I tell Zero to cancel your cafeteria dining rights at work?"
"You!" Zhou Yaling fumed with rage.
But Zhou Yaling couldnât do anything to Mo Jingchun, after all, she couldnât actually stop eating at the cafeteria, right?
Instant noodles are fine once in a while, but eating them every day would make one sick.
"Damn capitalists."
"What did you say? I didnât quite catch that."
"Nothing." Zhou Yaling slurped down a mouthful of instant noodles, indicating she didnât want to talk.
At this moment, the little one snatched away the phone, looked into the camera, and said, "Sisterâs done talking, Guoguo is already hungry, Iâm going to take brother out for a big meal now."
What? A big meal! Suddenly, the pickled pepper noodles in Zhou Yalingâs bowl didnât taste so good anymore.
"Hanging up now~ Bye-bye~"
With a grin, Candy ended the WeChat video call under Zhou Yalingâs envious gaze.
Killing without shedding blood is just like this.
What was even more exasperating was that it wasnât Mo Jingchun who said this, but her adorable Candy! Boohoo~
So sad, this isnât the outcome I wanted~ the outcome~
Please donât hurt me anymore~
Whoa? Singing now? Zhou Yaling pursed her lips and slurped more of the bland pickled pepper noodles, while browsing short videos.
The next second, Zhou Yaling felt not so good.
The short video was explaining the entire process of making the pickled pepper sauce in the noodles.
Pairs of large size 42 feet were stomping on the sauerkraut with force.
Thinking of her brotherâs smelly feet, Zhou Yaling felt like vomiting.
After throwing the instant noodles into the trash, Zhou Yaling couldnât help but shiver.
"Iâve decided, I will never eat pickled pepper noodles again in this lifetime."
Meanwhile, Mo Jingchun and his group were sitting in a private room, thoroughly enjoying a table full of fine dishes.
Even though itâs the same five-star hotel, the taste and service really arenât on the same level price-wise.
The hometownâs five-star hotel has a long, long way to go.
If nothing else works, should we build a five-star hotel ourselves? Or maybe a six-star?
Mo Jingchun shook his head, forget it, it would be a waste of money and energy.
Might as well focus wholeheartedly on research and development.
"Brother, hereâs a big drumstick for you."
"Mmm~ thank you, darling~"
"No need to thank me~"
At night, the weather report said that the weather in Jing City would be clear tomorrow, with a high of 35 degrees Celsius.
Drawing back the curtains and looking up at the sky, Mo Jingchun couldnât help but doubt the accuracy of the weather forecast.
The sky was overcast with clouds, the moon wasnât visible, let alone a sky full of stars.
With this kind of weather, are you sure tomorrow will be a bright and sunny day?
Get outta here!
"Brother, what are you looking at?"
The little one, wearing pajamas and size 43 slippers, came over full of curiosity, following the direction Mo Jingchun was looking.
"Nothing, just looking for the moon."
"Looking for the moon??? Brother, isnât today the first day of the lunar month~" Candy scratched her head in confusion.
In cartoons, itâs clearly said that on the first day of every lunar month, the moon isnât visible, and on the fifteenth, itâs the roundest, biggest.
"Ahem, brother forgot." Mo Jingchun showed an embarrassed smile.
Oh dear, heâs not even as good as a kid.
Okay, okay, who really pays attention to what day it is on the lunar calendar every day anyway?
Itâs not like itâs almost birthday time.
Pulling the curtains, Mo Jingchun made an excuse, saying:
"Play for a while and then sleep, tomorrow you have to help tutor your big sister Li Xuanyu."
"Hope she can perform well."
"Brother, what does perform well mean?"
"Oh, it means being very effective."
The little one nodded, "Oh, then what does being very effective mean?"
"Are you a hundred thousand whys? Sleep!"
With a snap, the entire suiteâs lights dimmed.
"Brother, Guoguo hasnât played yet, why are we sleeping?"
"Sleep, brotherâs tired."
"Hmph!"
Silence returned to the dark room, soundproofing blocked out external noises like traffic from outside the hotel.
In the weak light, the little one tilted her head, watching her brother and his rising and falling chest.
It seemed as if he was indeed asleep.
At some unknown point, the little one also fell asleep.
Waking up in the morning, Mo Jingchun found an additional foot on his face, a big toe stuck in his nostril.
Carefully moving the little foot away, he realized that the little one somehow managed to sleep horizontally on the pillow last night.
Silently, Mo Jingchun prayed for Zhou Yaling.
From now on, all the feet will belong to her, Zhou Yaling.
Truly... Congratulations.
After washing his face and brushing his teeth, Mo Jingchun realized the little one hadnât woken up yet, so he leisurely sat on the sofa watching short videos for entertainment.
"Hmm? TSMC has already achieved 2nm technology?"
Doing some searches on domestic progress, not bad, theyâve broken through to 8nm.
Actually, thatâs already quite impressive.
At least, Mo Jingchun thinks so.
Facing the blockade of critical technology and needing to avoid some patent issues, achieving a domestic 8nm chip under such circumstances is really remarkable.
In fact, todayâs chips, if placed in smartphones from ten years ago, would have excessive performance.
Nowadays? No matter how advanced the chip, how high the performance, itâs hard not to be excessive.
Because all those software are finding ways to consume chip performance, running programs with no use whatsoever.
"Haha, this is interesting, just after Huawei released the Mate 90, TSMC announced their 2-nanometer manufacturing technology."
"I bet the new generation of Fire Dragons is coming soon too."
"It will be another fierce competition between dragons and tigers."
"I wonder if the Dimensity will get any design blueprints this year."
But after thinking about it, Mo Jingchun felt itâs not that interesting, not very exciting.
Unlike back in the day when every phone was trying hard to create their own systems, releasing all kinds of black technology.
Now? It seems like 70% of a press conference is spent talking about photography.