Ye Qingqing's eyes widened in disbelief as she asked, "You can also stealthily steal things?"

Lu Mo's expression remained indifferent. "It's not exactly a master thief; it was just a switch."

He added, "It's very simple!"

Ye Qingqing immediately looked at him with admiration; her man was the best!

But--

"Didn't Ye Zhiguo recognize you?"

"I've disguised myself." A smile appeared in Lu Mo's eyes.

Ye Qingqing immediately became interested and kept asking, "What did you transform into? Are you an old man with white hair? Or have you become a woman...?"

Lu Mo frowned, looking helplessly at Ye Qingqing, who kept talking nonstop. How many martial arts novels had she read?

"I just put on some simple makeup. Hurry up and do your homework. Ask me if you don't understand!"

Lu Mo didn't want Ye Qingqing to know what he looked like in disguise today. This girl was obsessed with looks and always praised him for being good-looking. If she knew that he was dressed up in such a lewd way, who knows how she would make fun of him!

Ye Qingqing pouted in disappointment, but her curiosity grew stronger. She turned around and asked Ye Zhiguo who he had met at the hospital today!

Thinking about the grand show that she would be able to watch in a couple of days, Ye Qingqing's eyes sparkled, her heart pounded with excitement, and she couldn't wait for time to pass!

After having dinner at the Lu family's house, Lu Mo, as usual, escorted Ye Qingqing home. As usual, there was a lingering farewell kiss before Ye Qingqing reluctantly entered the courtyard.

Ye Zhiguo and the old lady were eating, as were Shen Yanhong and Ye Hua. The meal consisted of the same old dish: one meat dish and two vegetable dishes.

A bowl of braised pork that has been steamed countless times, a bowl of green vegetables, and another bowl of stir-fried tofu with pickled vegetables.

Since the weather turned cool, the Ye family's dining table has always featured these three dishes, with occasional minor variations: dried tofu becomes tofu, green vegetables become cabbage, or dried bamboo shoots are added to braised pork.

Ye Hua's chopsticks quietly reached for the braised pork. Although this bowl of braised pork had been steamed countless times, it only had a few pieces of fatty meat, and it was steamed until it was soft and mushy, making it look disgusting.

But it was meat after all, and for Ye Hua, who hadn't eaten any meat for more than half a month, it was still very tempting.

"Smack!"

The old lady tapped Ye Hua's hand with her chopsticks, leaving two red marks on the back of his hand. Ye Hua was so frightened that he withdrew his hand, but his eyes were still fixed on the braised pork. He ate tofu and pickled vegetables every day, with little oil and more salt, which made him vomit acid whenever he saw tofu.

"If you want meat, ask your mother to buy it. My family doesn't support outsiders!"

The old lady cursed fiercely. A couple of days ago, she listened to Ye Qingqing and asked Shen Yanhong for living expenses. But no matter how she threatened or bribed her, Shen Yanhong refused to give her a single penny, acting like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water. The old lady couldn't do anything about her. She couldn't really kill this slutty widow, could she?

The old lady, who had been holding in a lot of anger, finally found a place to vent her frustration. She berated Ye Hua and then moved the plate of braised pork in front of Ye Zhiguo.

"Zhiguo, eat more meat. You're the main breadwinner of the family now; everyone depends on you to support us!"

The old woman made veiled accusations, her eyes glaring at Shen Yan.

But Shen Yanhong remained calm, burying her face in her hands, eating slowly as if nothing had anything to do with her.

The old lady punched cotton, feeling both angry and frustrated, but she couldn't do anything about Shen Yanhong.

Ignoring the old lady's disapproving look, Ye Zhiguo shoveled the braised pork from his plate into Ye Hua's bowl. His son was his own flesh and blood, and of course he couldn't treat him unfairly.