At noon, Lin Yin was in the kitchen cooking for us.
Given how rich Boss Lin was, he could easily have hired a temporary housekeeper through an agency.
Why trouble Lin Yin to cook for so many of us?
Song Xiaotian and I were in Seventh Master's room, discussing with him when to return to the construction site.
Seventh Master planned to leave tomorrow, settle things here as soon as possible, and get away from this trouble-ridden place.
"Seventh Master, you've seen a lot. Do you think there's really something wrong with Lin Yin?" Song Xiaotian asked.
Seventh Master's expression was complicated. He sighed. "How am I supposed to answer that? People's hearts are hard to read. What Pan Xiaorou said might make sense, but that doesn't necessarily mean she's right."
"If you insist on an answer, I don't think there's anything wrong with Lin Yin."
According to Seventh Master, to tell whether someone was fake, you had to see whether their words matched what was in their heart.
Some people said one thing, but the little details of their behavior showed the opposite.
Take Assistant He, for example. He clearly disliked the countryside, yet he kept saying how much he loved it. He was a typical hypocrite, and his hypocrisy showed in those little details.
Lin Yin, however, was poised, gracious, and courteous in everything she did.
She was even happy to talk to us and humbly ask me for advice.
Her words matched her heart. There was nothing fake about her.
"Besides, if there is something wrong with Lin Yin, what's her aim?"
Seventh Master said, "Her father hired us to do a job. Is she disloyal to her father too, like Assistant He? If not, there's only the second explanation: she has no aim of her own