Shi Xiuying felt humiliated, she said sternly: "You ungrateful brat, you've forgotten about the time you and your sister lived at my house."
Lu Aiguo pulled over a chair and sat down casually, snorted, then said: "Enough about that. Whenever your family had food, you sent me and Ruirui away, lying that there was no food left at home, making us miss a meal a day."
Shi Xiuying felt a bit awkward, she burst out angrily: "Aiguo, what are you talking about? Are your uncle and I such people?"
"You really are. Each time Ruirui and I came home, I would sneak in your kitchen and touch the pot on your stove, it was always warm," Lu Aiguo said with disdain. Thankfully, he was clever then, always sneaking and hiding some food, otherwise, Shi Xiuying and her husband might have starved him and his sister to death.
