Wen Qiao followed Lü Liangwei's instructions and bent down to look for loose bricks under the bed.
Seeing this, Ray Lui tried to stop him.
"Hey, you promised to give me money, I told you, I haven't even said how much I want, and you've already found the recipes."
At this moment, Wen Qiao took out the box containing the recipes from under the bed.
Upon opening the box, they found only two invitation letters inside.
One of them is an invitation letter from Wen Qiao's maternal grandfather to serve as a chef for the warlord.
The other photo shows a meal he cooked for a big shot after the founding of the People's Republic of China. The second photo doesn't include the name of the person who invited him, so Wen Qiao has no way of verifying it.
Then there was a palm-sized cookbook. Wen Qiao opened it, flipped through it, and immediately gave it to her mother, Lü Yazhi.
"Mom, is this the one you're looking for?"
There was nothing else in the box, and certainly nothing of value. It was precisely because there was nothing of value that Old Lady Lü didn't take it seriously.
However, when Wen Qiao and Lü Yazhi received the recipe, the bound old lady Lü angrily scolded her son.
"You idiot, you got tricked. You're the kind of person who can't hold onto money, even if you were given it to you."
Upon hearing this, Wen Qiao smiled and looked at Old Lady Lü, "It really is thanks to your reminder. Look, I almost actually took out my money to give it to him."
As Wen Qiao spoke, she turned to look at Ray Lui.
“I will give you the money, but not to you. I will give it to that leader surnamed Zhang at the police station. Only Lü Qian can collect it each month. None of the other people can come up with a single penny.”
“You’re not keeping your word.” Lu Liangwei pointed at Wen Qiao, and Lu Yazhi slapped Lu Liangwei’s hand, saying coldly, “If you want to eat your fill and have someone to take care of you, you’d better behave yourself.”
Lu Liangwei didn't dare to say anything more, but he glared fiercely at Wen Qiao.
Wen Qiao held up two fingers and gestured to Lü Liangwei.
"If you glare at me again, I'll gouge your eyes out and make you blind. I've gouged out fish eyes, but I've never gouged out a human eye."
Ray Lui genuinely believed that Wen Qiao was going to gouge out his eyes, and he quickly backed away in fright.
Once she got the recipes, Lü Yazhi had no more attachment to this home.
Fortunately, there was still time, so the mother and daughter went to the county town to buy train tickets, and they would definitely be able to return to Beicheng the next morning.
They ignored the old lady Lui who was still cursing Lui Leung-wai inside the house, and they also ignored Lui Leung-wai who was being cursed.
Wen Qiao and Lü Yazhi met with Lü Qian and had a private conversation with her.
“Take this money first. Here is the address and phone number I wrote down for you. Go to the county to collect the money on the 15th of each month. It will be transferred to you on time every month. No matter who tells you, you must say that you went to Zhang Wei, the leader of the police station, to get your living expenses. Your aunt put the money with the leader.”
Lü Qian quickly understood what Wen Qiao was saying.
She immediately nodded and said, "Sister Wen Qiao, I'll remember. Thank you."
"I will pay you back this money."
Wen Qiao said, "You are eleven years old now. When you turn eighteen, we will stop giving you money. In the next few years, we will give you money. You should use it to live a good life and also to go to school. We will include the money for your schooling in the expenses."
"As for how to arrange it, you must make the arrangements yourself."
"You must remember one thing: reading can enlighten your mind and also teach you how to make money. There is a wealth of knowledge in books; the rest is up to you."
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