Ye Mingcheng warmly welcomed the arrival of Zhu Zi and her brother. He was as kind-hearted as Gu Nianci and would help the weak whenever he encountered them. However, Ye Mingcheng's kindness had its limits.

The bottom line is that you can't hurt your family, unlike Gu Nianci who is kind without any bottom line. This is what Ye Qingqing can't stand.

Several rooms on the third floor were still empty. Ye Mingcheng let Zhu Zi and her brother choose for themselves. Zhu Zi never cared about where she stayed. As long as there was good food, she would sleep on the street.

He randomly picked the most remote room to avoid being disturbed. If he had a choice, he preferred a quiet place, preferably a desolate wilderness where only wandering ghosts and spirits kept him company.

The mass grave he used to live in was pretty good, but unfortunately there wasn't any good food there. To be honest, even he himself disliked the plain noodles he cooked.

If it weren't for the fact that she would starve if she didn't eat, Zhu Zi really wouldn't have been able to eat a single bite.

"Rent is waived, but you can give me five hundred yuan for living expenses!" Ye Qingqing casually came up with a number. Anyway, Ye Mingcheng's cooking skills weren't anything special, so five hundred yuan would be a token gesture!

"How long will it take to eat for 500 yuan?" Zhu Zi asked.

Ye Qingqing sneered, "Of course it's January. Do you expect to eat like this for a year?"

That's a pretty nice idea!

Zhu Zi rolled her eyes at her, grabbed a handful of bills from her bag, and a bundle of brand-new banknotes was right there in front of her. The seals were still fresh, and it was a total of ten thousand yuan.

"You figure out how many months this will last!"

Zhu Zi didn't even look at it, threw ten thousand yuan into Ye Qingqing's hand, turned around gracefully, and went upstairs to take a nap.

The hospital was not bad, but the beds were too short, so he always had to curl up when he slept, which was uncomfortable. He had just seen that the beds at the Ye family's house were quite big, big enough for him to stretch his legs out.

Finally, she could get a good night's sleep, and with her sister's recovery looking promising, Zhu Zi was in a great mood. She strode upstairs and even stopped to give a haughty instruction, "Wake me up for dinner. I want garlic ribs for tonight."

Ye Qingqing found this guy's overly familiar manner quite annoying and retorted irritably, "You have to pay extra to order food."

Zhu Zi's expression remained aloof. "You decide how much to add!"

Satisfied, he went upstairs. The pork ribs with mint were delicious. Tomorrow, I'll order braised pork belly with preserved mustard greens, the day after tomorrow steamed pork ribs with rice flour, and the day after that, braised pork knuckle—that would be great…

If he had known there were so many delicious foods outside, he should have brought his sister out sooner!

Looking at the money in her hand and seeing this guy's arrogant face, Ye Qingqing felt a tightness in her chest. She felt like she was a maid, so why should she be treated like this?

"I just bought some spare ribs this morning, so I'll make garlic spare ribs tonight. Xiaotong loves them too," Ye Mingcheng said cheerfully.

Ye Qingqing shoved the money in her hand into Ye Mingcheng's hand, snorted irritably, and went upstairs by herself.

What I hate most is garlic ribs. Why add so much garlic to perfectly good ribs? It's not like we're eating garlic. Stewing potatoes, radishes, or bamboo shoots is just as delicious!

However, Ye Mingcheng's cooking skills were limited, and Ye Qingqing had no expectations for his dishes, so she let him ruin the ribs. She estimated that even Xiao Mei wouldn't like to eat the garlic ribs he made.

During dinner that evening, Ye Mingcheng suggested going to the detention center to see Ye Xunmei. Gu Nianci called again to urge him to come. Ye Mingcheng also wanted to go and see what the situation was like, and whether he should collect the body of his blood father.

Ye Qingqing then remembered that Ye Xunmei, that old bastard, was still locked up in the detention center, and she didn't know if he had been released yet. She had planned to ask him tomorrow, but Lu Mo called instead.

"Miao Tianxiang and Ye Xunmei are inviting us to dinner, shall we go?"