Su Qiao knew she had been tempted and urged her, "Go on! It's not as if I'd lie to you."
"Hmph, haven't you lied to me enough already?"
Zhou Lihua rolled her eyes at her. After hesitating for a moment, she still went back inside to get her private savings.
*
Host, you've suddenly changed so much. Aren't you afraid they'll become suspicious?
"Do you want me to keep pretending to be the way I was before—lazy and gluttonous, slovenly, rude, and even stealing other people's vegetables?"
She really couldn't do that.
I never said you had to be exactly as you were before, but you can't change too much, either.
"What's there to fear? I haven't said anything wrong. Couldn't the original host have learned to read and write when she was little?"
The truth was that the original host could barely even write her own name.
But who knew that?
Probably even her father, Su Yaohui, and her elder brother, Su Yichen, didn't know.
After all, who could be sure that the original host hadn't practiced on her own at some point afterward?
If she had no paper, ink, or brush, couldn't she have used a burnt stick to trace characters on the ground?
"Besides, I did think this through carefully. For a fourteen-year-old girl, such a sudden accident would definitely have been frightening—very frightening, in fact. Taking advantage of this opportunity to act a little more sensible won't seem too abrupt."
That was true. Still, be careful. Don't act too strangely.
"I know." Su Qiao rubbed her stomach, then suddenly slumped her shoulders.
She was even hungrier now.
But it wasn't time for dinner yet.
What was she supposed to do?
Should she draw water from the well in the courtyard to fill her stomach?
Host, are