Everything I bought on online shopping platforms was genuine.

The difference between forcibly seizing something and voluntarily handing it over seems to make some sense, but in reality, there's no difference at all.

Of course, Lin Mo's idea was quickly confirmed.

"Mo Zai, how old are you? Why are you still eating snacks? These are junk food. I'll take them for you." The Sichuan girl, with a camera hanging around her neck, emptied all the snacks under Lin Mo's coffee table while Lin Mo looked on in shock.

Lin Mo: "No. I only ate it occasionally!"

Sichuan Girl: "I'm doing this on your behalf. The children in the mountains need your love. Don't you want to see the children's smiling faces after eating snacks?"

Indeed, the two of them immediately explained their idea after entering the house: they wanted to collect some old items that they no longer needed and donate them to children in mountainous areas.

Lin Mo naturally supports this kind of thing. Aside from helping Chuanmei with her self-media, he is willing to lend a helping hand to any legitimate organization within his capabilities.

This isn't because he's particularly kind, but rather because of the education he received from childhood.

Chinese people have a simple and honest sentiment. If you ask me to donate money directly, I would really have to think about it carefully. But if you ask me to donate some old clothes or unused items, I would not hesitate at all.

This is like seeing someone begging on the street for money; he wouldn't even glance at them, since he'd been scammed before.

Especially at bus stations and train stations, if a physically able young person comes up to you claiming to be deaf and mute, holding a QR code and asking you to buy small items or directly asking for money, many of them are scammers.

But if you ask for food, the people around you will let you eat until you're stuffed, and they'll even be worried that you won't have enough to eat.

"No, I can donate, but don't the children in the mountains need rice, flour, cooking oil, and meat? What use are my snacks?" Lin Mo said helplessly.

Sichuan girl: "Who said that? Didn't you like eating this when you were little? Besides, there's so much, can you even finish it all? Give it to me!"

As he spoke, he packed a large pile of snacks into the woven bag he had prepared.

"Sichuan girl, there's also cola, oh my, and meat and ribs too, not bad, not bad, let's pack it all up and take it with us, plus scallions, ginger and garlic, but forget about the eggs, they're too fragile."

"I'm holding half a whole chicken. What are you looking at? Show off!" Miss Yuan opened her refrigerator and called out to the Sichuan girl.

Upon hearing this, Chuanmei glanced at him first, then quickly ran over, leaving Lin Mo dumbfounded.

"Wait a minute, we don't need to pack the leftovers, right? Even if it's cold, we don't need to pack everything!"

Seeing that Miss Yuan was going to take away the leftover spicy stir-fried beef from his refrigerator last night, he finally couldn't help but speak up.

Are you kidding me? You can donate this stuff to charity? Even though the temperature is low now and food doesn't spoil easily, there's no reason to donate leftovers, is there?

"Um, I'm a little hungry. I saw there's some leftover rice in your rice cooker, so I thought I'd heat it up and get some to eat!" Miss Yuan chuckled, a little embarrassed.

Lin Mo:
Soon, the two of them had almost completely ransacked his refrigerator.

While Miss Yuan was in the kitchen heating up her food, Chuanmei couldn't help but say, "Old Mo, don't be so stingy. Hurry up and take out some of your old clothes, especially your winter clothes."

Seeing this, Lin Mo had no choice but to open the bedroom door, rummage through it, and find a few old clothes to hand over.

"So little?" the Sichuan girl asked incredulously.

Lin Mo sighed and said, "Most of my old clothes are in the dorm. Tell Director Wang to bring them over for me. I'll check if there are any special ones. If not, you can take them all!"

There was nothing he could do; when he moved, he left a lot of things in his dorm and never brought them with him, so he didn't have many clothes here. On the other hand, he had quite a few clothes belonging to Liu Ruyan, but he couldn't very well donate them, could he?

Just then, Miss Yuan came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of stir-fried beef rice. Hearing this, she muttered while eating, "What good clothes could that poor bastard Mozi have? Liu Ruyan's clothes must be expensive. It would be so much better to donate to her. Let me see what's going on!"

As she spoke, she carried the rice bowl into the bedroom. Lin Mo tried to stop her, but Miss Yuan was too small and walked straight in without even bending over.

"High heels? I don't think I can donate those. Trench coat? Forget it, they're not warm enough. Snow cotton is fine though, I'll pack it up."

Skirt, skirt, tank top, milk basket, triangular basket, Okamoto.

Seeing that Miss Yuan's words were becoming increasingly outrageous, Lin Mo quickly stopped her and forcibly pushed Miss Yuan, along with her rice bowl, out of the room.

"Go away, go away! You touch all sorts of things. Do you think you can donate that stuff?" Lin Mo said speechlessly.

Miss Yuan scoffed, "Liu Ruyan is always fussing over useless things. Any one of my old clothes could fit a child!"

Lin Mo: "Of course, it's children's clothing, and the size is perfect!"

Miss Yuan: (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

"Little black dog, I'll fucking make you fly!"

Lin Mo was pacing around the coffee table in the living room like a king circling a pillar. Fortunately, Miss Yuan was still holding her rice bowl, so he chased after her for a couple of seconds before going to eat. Otherwise, he probably would have been doomed today.

After a long while, the two had almost finished tidying up. Lin Mo looked at the house, which was much emptier than before, and couldn't help but laugh and cry.

These two were like bandits who had invaded a village; they packed snacks, food from the refrigerator, and even the unopened vegetable oil he had just bought.

If the rice and flour at home hadn't been opened, we probably would have perished as well.

"Hey, Mozai, do you still want this bicycle? If not, just donate it!" Miss Yuan said, pointing to the bicycle in the living room.

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, yes! This won't do, it really won't do!"

Just kidding, this thing costs over 100,000 yuan. Even though he didn't sell it or ride it much, he can't just donate it like that!
Miss Yuan: "Tch, so stingy! Where are the car keys?"

Lin Mo roared, "Put the car down for me!"

Seeing that he had lost his composure, Miss Yuan quickly pulled the Sichuan girl, who was carrying a huge woven bag, out of the house. When they reached the living room door, she also took two pairs of his slippers with her. Then the two of them disappeared in a flash.

Lin Mo:
Looking at the room, which was much emptier than before, Lin Mo was at a loss for words. After a long pause, he exclaimed, "They really are bandits!"

Is this some kind of charity donation? Anyone who didn't know better would think he'd been robbed!

At 5:30 p.m., Liu Ruyan returned home. As soon as she opened the door, she looked at the exceptionally tidy house and couldn't help but smile at Lin Mo, who was sitting on the sofa, and said, "Little brother, you're very diligent today. You've cleaned it so well!"

Lin Mo: "Is it possible that something is missing?"

Liu Ruyan: ? ? ?

(End of this chapter)