Ye Yaodong listened as his son earnestly said he only wanted money, not things, and was not surprised. How could he not know what the boy was scheming?
This was his own son. The moment he stuck his backside out, Ye Yaodong knew what kind of shit he would take!
"All right, I'll pay you, then. When I have time, I'll buy the others instant noodles and soda. You can forget about getting any."
Ye Chenghu nodded like a chick pecking at rice, smiling brightly. He already had a plan anyway.
Seeing that crafty grin, Ye Yaodong dug into his pocket and pulled out a big handful of coins. The children in front of him stared.
"Wow, Third Uncle, you brought so much money!"
"So many coins!"
"Don't drool. None of this is for you." Ye Yaodong picked through the coins in his palm, took out four five-fen coins, and put the rest back in his pocket.
Then he handed two five-fen coins to Ye Chenghu and the other two to Ye Chengyang.
Ye Chengyang was so delighted that his eyes narrowed into happy slits and his mouth stretched into a wide grin. "I get some too, Dad?"
"Of course. Half those bottles and jars your brother put out belong to you, and you caught some little white octopuses just now too. Of course you each get half the money!"
With the money in his hand, Ye Chenghu's smile froze.
Huh? I have to split it with Yangyang?
"Your brother wanted money instead of food, so you get money too. Half each. Then I won't have to buy either of you instant noodles or soda."
"Okay, okay! I'm happy just drinking malt milk!"
Ye Chengyang was delighted. He had thought it all belonged to his brother, but half was his