Realizing this, Shang Yechu remained silent for a while, then asked, "Grandma, where will you go after the demolition?"

Grandma Hu patted Shang Yechu's hand: "I have a pension, I won't starve anywhere."

Shang Yechu didn't know what to say for a moment. After hesitating for a while, she asked, "I heard from President Ji that Aunt Lu came to see me."

Grandma Hu was taken aback, a hint of shame appearing on her face: "You found out? Don't blame Xiao Lu, she's raising a child alone and running a shop, her life hasn't been easy..."

"Aunt Lu came to see me, uh, for help?" Shang Yechu asked cautiously, "Is it to borrow money?"

"No, that's not it." Grandma Hu looked a little embarrassed. "Xiao Lu goes online every day, and somehow she came across those online celebrities—what's they called again? Online celebrity hotspots. She was thinking of asking you to be a spokesperson for Happiness Commercial Street and do some advertising. Maybe that would increase foot traffic and make the developers reconsider..."

Shang Yechu was slightly taken aback. Putting everything else aside, Boss Lu's method was somewhat feasible.

Seeing that Shang Yechu's expression was not right, Grandma Hu quickly said, "Don't be angry. Xiao Lu and the others had no choice. I have a pension, but they don't. Once they are kicked out of Happiness Street, it will take who knows how long to start over. Xiao Lu didn't intend to let you work hard for nothing. She led everyone to raise some advertising fees for you."

Shang Yechu was surprised: "Advertising fees?"

"We managed to scrape together 200,000 yuan," Grandma Hu said in a low voice. "Xiao Lu took the money to President Ji—she's so naive, don't I know that? This amount isn't even enough to hire you to film one episode of a TV series! I stopped her and told her not to make things difficult for President Ji."

Shang Yechu suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, as if someone had scraped her heart with a file.

The neighbors on the old street couldn't even distinguish between film remuneration and endorsement fees. They thought they had scraped together a huge sum of money, but little did they know that 200,000 yuan was already a small amount in Shang Yechu's eyes these days.

Shang Yechu was very grateful to Grandma Hu for stopping Shop Owner Lu. If she didn't take the money, the neighbors on the old street would probably feel uneasy. But if she did take it, Shang Yechu would feel like her heart had rotted away.

Just then, a loud bang suddenly shook the area. Grandma Hu's face changed, and she stood up, shouting, "Qiao Chuan! Turn off your phone!"

Grandma Hu's grandson said reluctantly, "Grandma, I wasn't using my phone, I just accidentally touched it."

Before Grandma Hu could speak again, Hongying's shrill voice rang out: "Qiao Chuan! You bastard! How come you haven't finished your homework yet? Your phone only has forty bars of battery left!"

A dismissive tone came from outside the door from Grandma Hu's grandson: "I'm using the app to search for homework questions and watch the teacher's lecture..."

There was a huge commotion outside the door, and the sounds of physical blows could be heard, so the grandson must have been beaten again.

According to the "guest rule," guest Shang Yechu should rush out of the room now and act as a peacemaker, offering the three-pronged approach of "the guest is still here," "the child is still young," and "don't discipline the child in front of outsiders," to rescue Grandma Hu's grandson. But Shang Yechu seemed to be nailed to the bed, not moving an inch.

Shang Yechu didn't do it on purpose; she simply wasn't aware of it at all.

In Shang Yechu's experience, these kinds of things, like breaking up fights and getting into trouble, were things that "adults" should do. Logically speaking, Shang Yechu was already an adult, so there was nothing wrong with him doing this. But psychologically, sometimes, Shang Yechu subconsciously didn't see himself as an "adult."

Grandma Hu's grandson received a good beating. Shang Yechu didn't try to break it up, and neither did Grandma Hu.

Elderly people are usually very close to their grandchildren, so Shang Yechu was naturally curious about why Grandma Hu didn't seem to care about her grandson.

Feeling Shang Yechu's gaze, Grandma Hu sighed, "I've spent my whole life teaching and nurturing people, but it turns out I've taught my own family members, and they're all more useless than the last. My son is like that, and now my grandson is like this..."

Grandma Hu shook her head: "Teaching one grandson is more tiring than teaching a class of students! You'll know once you try it. I taught him at home for a week, and he almost finished chewing up all his heart medication!"

The battle outside had ended, and Hongying started cooking again. Shang Yechu heard her imperious voice from inside the room:

"Dead? Why aren't you picking the vegetables yet?"

"Rush!"

"Wash the meat! Have you beaten the eggs?"

"Rice, rice! It's not plugged in!"

"I told you to watch the fire, what are you looking at your phone for? You're a dead man!"

Crackling sounds!

That's the sound of oil sizzling in the pan.

Crack! Hiss!

That's the sound of food being put into the pot.

Tap tap tap. Tap tap tap.

That's the sound of cracking an egg.

Squeak, clang, squeak, clang...

That's the sound of a spatula stirring in a pan.