Second floor of the Suxin Hall.
Yaoyao leaned against the window, sitting on a chair, legs swinging as she looked at the street below, eyes curved while eating pastries.
Gu Fuju was sitting opposite her.
"Just now..."
He asked, "What were you thinking about on the way here?"
Yaoyao: "I was thinking, should I go to that beggar uncle and compete for business in the future!"
Gu Fuju paused slightly in his action of pouring tea, a hint of absurdity flashed in his eyes.
Uncle Yan: ???
Yaoyao finished another piece, wiped the corner of her mouth.
"Is that strange?"
She had a very skewed logic.
"The way of survival has no high or low, noble or humble."
"As long as you don't steal or rob, the money's origins are clean, there's nothing wrong with it."
The point is.
"And I like getting things without working for them."
Yaoyao thought for a moment, then looked at Uncle Yan: "I prefer wealthy folks like you!"
She hoped in the future to meet such straightforward money-givers.
