Only then did he say slowly, "First place!"
"Really!" Madam Yue was delighted. "No lies?"
"If I lied to you, I'm a dog!"
"My son is really not bad!" Madam Yue glanced at bucket hat mother. "You actually got first place. When I go back, I'll cook for you and reward you well."
The mother in the bucket hat, who had just been full of big words, was now so embarrassed that she pulled her son into the car.
Yue Lanchen shook his head in fear. "Mom, thank you. It's too tiring for you to cook personally. I won't trouble you."
"What's troubling about celebrating my son? I must cook!"
Yue Lanchen: "…"
Then I must go to hell too.
He caught a glimpse of the stray dog that had just been hit by a basketball and walked over to pat it on the head.
The stray dog had been cowering a moment ago, but now it obediently lay down in front of Yue Lanchen. It was very sensible and smart.
"Mom, can I take it home?"
