Ling Heping didn't answer Wang Yue. He went into the kitchen and saw that everything was neatly put away. The smell of cooking oil still lingered in the air, so it looked like someone had been cooking.
Even though Wang Yue's adoptive parents had left, who had been cooking? Ling Heping turned to look at Wang Yue and suddenly asked,
"Can you cook?"
Wang Yue knew that if he couldn't cook, plenty of well-meaning aunties would keep an eye on him, so he said matter-of-factly, "Sure. I watched my mom do it a few times, so I learned."
Ling Heping was the neighborhood police officer, after all, and of course he knew that Wang Yue had been an orphan. He'd been adopted at a young age, but now that he'd been abandoned, he might have to go back to the orphanage.
If Wang Yue could cook, he'd be better off living here than in an orphanage.
The problem was that if he stayed here, there was the rent to consider. It was a large sum every year.
Ling Heping hesitated, then said, "Little Yue, why don't you move in with me? You can live with Ling Xiao."
Wang Yue immediately understood what Ling Heping meant. He smiled and shook his head. "Uncle, there's no need. I can afford the rent."
Ling Heping frowned at that. "Where are you getting the money?"
Over the past month, Wang Yue had already come up with a perfectly legitimate explanation: he'd created a website for trading game items online.
On the surface, he'd commissioned someone else to build the site. In reality, he was the one who'd done it, and no one could find out.
So Wang Yue simply said, "I earned it. Don't worry, Uncle."
Ling Heping could understand a ten-year-old saying he'd