Lin Cuicui was even more dumbfounded. What was going on? Why did she get 20 yuan? Lin Cuicui instinctively touched the place where she kept her money on her clothes. The money was still there. What... what's wrong with this little girl?

"Grandpa Li, this is our token of our appreciation. This was quite a fright, so please accept it. My father is still not feeling well, and we are all still young, so we can't go out to buy you anything nice to eat."

Also, given our family's current situation, it's not convenient for us to go out, so I'll have to trouble you to buy it yourself.

Lin Cuicui had to admit that her daughter's words made perfect sense, and Tang Shengkai also felt that his daughter was right.

"Uncle Li, please accept it."

"Hmph, I dealt with the Japanese a lot when I was young. You're scared by this little thing? Don't worry, nothing will happen. You should keep this money to buy some anti-inflammatory medicine. Getting your leg healed is the most important thing."

Old Li cut Tang Shengkai off, and Tang Yue didn't insist. It was fine if he didn't want it; she would just take better care of him in the future.

Lin Cuicui was unsure whether she should breathe a sigh of relief. "You guys keep chatting, I'll go cook."

Having spent several days in the hospital eating dry food every day, she had been craving porridge for a while. Today, everyone had been frightened, so she finally decided to add more rice and cook a thicker porridge.

Uncle Li has been so helpful, we should definitely treat him to a meal. As for Uncle Qian, he's a good person too. She shouldn't hold a grudge over Aunt Qian's little matter. She's not a petty person.

Lin Cuicui comforted herself.

Seeing that Lin Cuicui had gone to cook, and that Old Li showed no sign of leaving, Qian Dazhi couldn't sit still any longer. He was prepared to stay and help, but he had no intention of eating. The third brother's family was already so poor that every bite of food was precious to them. He couldn't just eat their food for free.

Qian Dazhi stood up. "Well, you guys wait here for a bit. I have something to take care of at home. I'll come back later."

Tang Shengkai grabbed Qian Dazhi's arm and waved the spy's trousers in his hand.

"Uncle Qian, this meal won't make a difference."

Old Li seemed to understand something, but he didn't ask anything.

Qian Dazhi thought it would be a bit pretentious to leave now, so he simply sat down.

Now Tang Shengkai's house has become a vacuum. Nobody will come to their house to wander around. What if the secret agents come and shoot them? Who will they complain to?

Lin Cuicui cooked a generous meal today, and everyone ate their fill. It was late afternoon, and seeing that there seemed to be nothing much going on, Old Li and Qian Dazhi went home first, planning to come back in the evening.

Despite Tang Shengkai's repeated insistence that he didn't need it, the two persisted.

Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief after they had all left, Tang Yue's soft, sweet voice rang out.

"Mom and Dad, brothers, I have something to say."