Mo Li frowned almost imperceptibly upon seeing this.
Seeing that Chai Yi didn't intend to speak first, Mo Li asked in a deep voice, "Why aren't you replying to my messages?"
Chai Yi was a little tired and didn't want to argue with Little Firecracker: "My phone died. I bought you some chicken feet, several flavors, they're only valid for two days, from the shop at the intersection of Guilin Road and Qingjiang Road."
Hearing Chai Yi's lazy opening remarks, Mo Li was about to light a fire, but after hearing what he said next, she immediately extinguished it.
"I watered your vegetable garden for you today, but I won't thank you for eating your chicken feet."
Mo Li's tone remained arrogant as she walked to the door and took the bag from Chai Yi, who was carrying a large black sports shoulder bag that seemed to be quite heavy and contained something.
After changing his shoes, Chai Yi went to the sofa, put his bag on the floor, and took out about thirty stacks of banknotes.
He only had two stacks left in his bag.
"Here you go, 300,000 yuan, for meals. Just ask me for a portion next time you have someone bring it over." Mo Li hadn't seen cash in a long time, and after looking at it for a while, her eyes became a little red.
"You can earn that much in a day? Is boxing really that lucrative?"
Mo Li's voice was a little dry and itchy. He didn't sit down, but looked down at Chai Yi, then turned his head away.
Chai Yi was taken aback. "How did you know?"
Mo Li: "I was scrolling through short videos today, and you were playing at the Aode Stadium."
Chai Yi: "Okay, it's not very profitable. The deposit is 10,000 per game, and if you win, you get 20,000. You can get your deposit back. If you win 16 games in a row, you'll have 320,000."
In short, thank you for your previous help, and thank you for your hard work in preparing the vegetables.
Mo Li: "..." What's wrong with this guy today? His words are so strange, they make me feel inexplicably aggrieved. Why doesn't he want to owe him anything?
He'd rather get injured boxing... all he said was a couple of extra words.
What if I get beaten to death?
After that, no one argued with him anymore.
Chai Yi looked at Mo Li and her eyes suddenly reddened. "What's wrong? I didn't yell at you."
Mo Li didn't speak, but his eyes and nose suddenly stung, and he felt inexplicably wronged. "I didn't say you were mean to me."
Mo Li took the chicken feet from the paper bag to the refrigerator.
Chai Yi sighed, and finally followed helplessly. "What's wrong?"
"Why are you following me?" Mo Li asked, her back to Chai Yi, her voice much softer than usual.
"Aren't you going to eat now?" Chai Yi reached out and turned the person around.
But they found that Mo Li's eyes were already brimming with tears, and they were about to burst into tears at any moment.
Seeing Mo Li like this for the first time, he felt a tightness in his heart and a strange feeling.
"I want to eat it tomorrow, is that not allowed...?" Mo Li said, her lips trembling as tears streamed down her face.
"No..." Chai Yi panicked, realizing this was the first time he had faced such a situation.
Mo Li Mo Li never cried in front of him before, even when Mo Li had a fierce argument.
What's going on now?
Seeing Mo Li's tears dripping onto the floor, Chai Yi took a deep breath. "What did I do wrong again, Little Firecracker?"
Mo Li gritted his teeth and remained silent. His voice was somewhat out of control, and tears were already streaming down his face. He didn't want his voice to be heard.
Chai Yi placed the things in the person's hands on the table and pulled the person into his arms. This was their first hug in more than a decade.
"Stop crying... okay? Hmm? The floor's all wet."
Mo Li gripped Chai Yi Yi's clothes tightly, her voice choked with sobs, "Let go of me..."