Lu Mo was about to take the remaining half of the orange. He had no idea when this girl had hidden the orange. She had never been so greedy before. What was wrong with her today?

Ye Qingqing held on tightly, refusing to let go, just like a puppy guarding its food, her eyes wide open, refusing to let go no matter what.

"Listen to me, you've already eaten four. Eating any more will upset your stomach." Lu Mo didn't dare to use force, so he could only coax her.

"My stomach feels so good, please let me have half more. There's only this much left. Wasting food is shameful, please... Brother..." Ye Qingqing shook her head vigorously, pleading in a soft voice, her words full of tact and charm. The old lady next to her shivered and rubbed the goosebumps on her hands in exasperation.

This spendthrift girl is lucky—no, her mother has good taste—to have chosen such a good young man as Lu Mo. He's handsome, makes money, has a good temper, and is kind-hearted. He's devoted to this spendthrift girl. If you tried to change any other man, he would definitely not be happy with his wife's extravagant spending, and might even beat her up!

Seeing the two of them locked in a tug-of-war over half a green tangerine, the old lady was even more confused. They had already squandered so much money, why did they care about such a small tangerine?

"Stop arguing, I'm craving an orange right now, give me half of this one, it won't go to waste."

The old lady came up with a good idea. After all, she was the oldest, and she could still get half an orange. Ye Qingqing hesitated as expected. Taking advantage of her distraction, Lu Mo snatched the orange away and handed it to the old lady, reminding her, "It's quite sour. Why don't you throw it away?"

"Why are you throwing it away? I see Qingqing is enjoying it. She used to hate sour food, so it must be sweet."

The old lady took the orange, not thinking it was sour. That spendthrift girl had been eating it with great relish, which had made her very hungry. If it were sour, how could that girl possibly eat it?

In the past, if she put a little too much vinegar in her dishes, this girl would complain, saying it would make a whole tank of fish rot from the sourness. Then she would deliberately refuse to eat and go out to buy food instead. She had scolded this girl many times for this.

"It's not sour at all, it's delicious."

Ye Qingqing pouted, looking aggrieved; she hadn't had enough to eat!

The old lady glared at her, annoyed. "You're so stingy even for eating half an orange. The money you usually squander could buy several truckloads of oranges."

"I didn't say you couldn't eat it. If you like it, I'll buy a few truckloads and send them to the village tomorrow," Ye Qingqing retorted defiantly. Even if she were offered a million dollars, she wouldn't trade this half-orange for it.

"There's no need for you to send them. I have orange trees on the mountain, and the oranges I get can be sold for a good price."

As the old lady spoke, she broke off a piece of orange and put it in her mouth. Lu Mo subconsciously swallowed. The sour taste of that orange still made his teeth ache just thinking about it. He hoped that the old lady's teeth were still strong enough.

The old lady's teeth were indeed quite strong; she hadn't lost a single tooth in her seventies and could still gnaw on fish heads and ribs. But even shark teeth couldn't withstand such sour oranges.

After chewing just one bite, the old lady stopped abruptly, her face contorted like pine bark. The sourness was so intense that she couldn't utter a single word. She clutched her cheek tightly, feeling an almost unbearable, ecstatic sensation.

This is even more sour and refreshing than drinking aged vinegar directly.

Lu Mo couldn't bear to look. He knew this would happen. He hoped the old lady's teeth could be saved.

After a long while, the old lady finally recovered and spat out the food she had eaten for the first time. She simply couldn't take it anymore; if she had eaten it, she would have lost her life.

"Oh dear... I knew you were a spendthrift girl and didn't know how to buy things. You even bought such sour oranges. The oranges from my mountain are sweeter than these... Wait... How can you eat something so sour?"

The old lady finally realized something was wrong and stared intently at Ye Qingqing.