By the time it was past eleven, Shang Ze came back, "The tiles have been selected, I had Uncle arrange for them to be delivered directly to the store. The two men that Uncle Cheung arranged for picked plain colors as you requested, but there weren't that many in such a large quantity, so they chose several different patterns."
Lu Jingqiu said, "It doesn't matter, as long as they were cheap. They're for the back kitchen, not for outsiders to see. The main thing is that they're easy to clean. You haven't eaten yet, have you? Xinyue and I will make dumplings for you."
To the side, Xue Jianian said, "No, you two sit, I'll boil the dumplings."
Shang Ze glanced at his wife, who was currently eating a banana, and felt relieved. He asked, "Comrade Jiang and Comrade Wei have not come back yet."
Luo Xinyue replied, "Not yet, who knows if they've finished their task at this hour."
No sooner had Luo Xinyue's words fallen than the sound of a motorcycle's engine came from the doorway.
