Yin Yu's tone was soft, and she wore a faint smile—not one of contempt, but another kind of expression that made people uncomfortable.
Wang Yong, who was shoveling rice into his mouth, found that expression strangely familiar. He felt like he had seen it somewhere before, only this version was clearly more advanced.
Chen Siyu did not think that deeply. She simply believed Yin Yu was very calculating.
Chen Siyu was proud of what they had achieved. "Eight hundred yuan in half a day—of course that's a lot!"
Yin Yu looked utterly innocent as she happily said, "That's amazing. You really worked so hard. How about it? Should I give you a round of applause?"
As she spoke, Yin Yu actually clapped for the effort they had put in today right in front of them.
She was still smiling, her eyes crystal clear, leaving no fault to pick at.
Yet Wang Yong found the whole scene especially strange.
Zhuang Jianhui had disliked Yin Yu for a long time. He spoke up directly. "Eight hundred in half a day isn't much? Your dad could swing his sickle till it smoked and still not make that much."
As soon as he said that, Gong Jin looked at him in surprise. Hui Zi, after more than a year in Yuzhou, your insults have really improved!
Yin Yu merely smiled. "Sorry, but my dad earns much, much more than that."
Chen Siyu said, "Then I guess your dad swings pretty fast."
Tongtong added, "He dual-wields sickles, too!"
Gong Jin burst out laughing, then quickly coughed.
At that, Yin Yu's smile froze, and her expression gradually turned flat.
Zhuang Jianhui was not about to indulge her. "Yo, why did you stop smiling?"
He was in an excellent mood. During their fishing trip that morning, Yin