He was exiled to Dongguan and shot by two young women with promiscuous sexual harassment.

On the balcony, a large garment was hung out to dry, but the men's and women's underwear and bras, worn separately, swayed in the wind, creating a rather ambiguous scene.

A delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen.

Yang Jiulang walked over and saw Lee Hyori cooking with her back to him.

She was still wearing her Lakers jersey, with a purple apron, probably bought by them, tied around her waist, making her waist look incredibly slender. Her long legs were exposed, and she wore his flip-flops, her calf muscles taut and beautifully defined as she tossed the food in the pan.

"You're back?" Lee Hyori sensed someone behind her, turned around and saw Yang Gulang. She smiled slightly and brushed her red hair from her forehead. "Wash your hands, dinner will be served right away."

"Did you buy the groceries yourselves?" Yang Jiulang asked.

"What else?" Hou Qinqin squeezed in against Yang Jiulang's back, leaving a scratch on his waist.

Yang Jiulang thought for a moment and asked, "What did you eat for breakfast and lunch?"

"Instant noodles," Hou Qinqin said matter-of-factly. "One pack is only one dollar and fifty cents. The two of us can eat three packs and we'll be full, with plenty of money left over!"

Yang Jiulang fell silent.

He gave them two hundred yuan and told them to go out for a meal. But they bought a ton of groceries and ate instant noodles themselves. Why would they cook for him?

"Dinner's ready! Dinner's ready!" Lee Hyori brought out the dishes. "Make way, make way, it's hot!"

Four dishes and a soup were laid out on the table:

A plate of stir-fried pork with chili peppers, the pork slices are cut thinly and evenly, the chili peppers are stir-fried until they are blistered and bubbly, and the oily aroma is irresistible.

A plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, the eggs are tender and yellow, the tomatoes are bright red, and the sauce is rich and flavorful;

A plate of stir-fried bok choy, bright green and crisp, with garlic sauce sautéed to perfection;

A plate of braised carp, the fish is pan-fried until golden brown on both sides, and the red oil broth clings to it tightly, the fish meat is white, tender and delicious;

There was also a bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup, with seaweed floating in the soup and egg drops scattered like clouds.

Looking at the dishes on the table, Yang Jiulang suddenly felt a little dazed.

He's been in Dongguan for over ten days, and every day he either eats boxed lunches at the construction site or fast food from roadside stalls. Putting aside the health issues, the desolate feeling brought about by those leftovers is simply unbearable.

He hadn't had this kind of warm and proper home-style cooking in a long time.

"What are you standing there for? Eat!" Lee Hyori handed over chopsticks.

Yang Jiulang picked up a piece of stir-fried pork with chili peppers and stuffed it into his mouth.

The meat slices are tender and smooth, the chili peppers are spicy and fragrant, and the salty and savory flavor is just right, comparable to a high-end restaurant that uses advanced technology.

"Delicious!" he couldn't help but exclaim. "Lee Hyori, your cooking is absolutely amazing!"

Lee Hyori smiled shyly and lowered her head to eat her rice.

Hou Qinqin chimed in from the side, "Of course, my sister has been cooking since she was little. There are seven children in her family, and she's the eldest. She started cooking when she was five or six years old..."

"Eat your food." Lee Hyori picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into her mouth.

Yang Jiulang glanced at Lee Hyori.

Seven children? The eldest? Started cooking at five or six years old?

He suddenly realized that this tattooed, smoking, swearing, and Lakers-wearing young woman wasn't as simple as she seemed.

"Want something to drink?" Lee Hyori asked, staring at Yang Gulang.

"Absolutely, I'll go buy the wine," Yang Jiulang said.

"Hehehe, we bought them a while ago." Hou Qinqin jumped up and carried out a few bottles of beer from the kitchen.

Yang Jiulang took the bottle and looked around for a bottle opener.

"I'll take it," Lee Hyori said, taking the beer and biting the cap off with her teeth.

Yang Jiulang repeatedly praised, "Amazing, amazing!"

He wiped the water off the bottle opening and blew a big puff into it.

The three of them started working hard.

The food was absolutely delicious.

After a hearty meal, Yang Jiulang lay back in his chair, burping as he watched the two women clear the dishes and clean up.

After they finished their work and sat down, Yang Jiulang handed a cigarette to Li Xiaoli, lit one for himself, took a puff, and, emboldened by the alcohol, slapped his thigh and shouted, "I hereby declare that from today onwards, you two will live here permanently."

Lee Hyori and Hou Qinqin were stunned.

Hou Qinqin, though short-tempered, reacted quickly, clapping her hands and shouting, "Yay, yay! We don't have to worry about sleeping on the street anymore!"

Lee Hyori took a drag of her cigarette: "Big brother, we can't keep living off your money and spending your money like this. We can't afford to pay you back."

"Give me a break!" Yang Jiulang shouted, pointing to the clean and tidy room around him. "How much money could I, Yang Jiulang, buy this clean room, this delicious food, and these clean clothes on the balcony? Of course, next time please keep your underwear a little separate."

"Hehehe, Uncle, I hung the clothes out to dry. I'll be more careful next time," Hou Qinqin said quickly.

Lee Hyori shook her head: "We need to go out and find work."

Yang Jiulang was taken aback. That's right, Li Xiaoli is not Hou Qinqin. Hou Qinqin is all looks and no brains, with no ambition or drive.

Lee Hyori is different. She came out to work, to earn money, to support her younger siblings. She cannot accept being kept in captivity.

Yang Jiulang regained his composure, nodded, and said regretfully, "I understand."

After thinking for a moment, he said, "How about this, you can stay here for now, and we'll talk about it again once you find a job."

Lee Hyori hesitated.

Hou Qinqin immediately agreed: "Sister, it's okay, anyway, he can't do it, so we're safe."

Yang Jiulang's face darkened as he glared at Hou Qinqin: "If you say I'm no good again, I'll eat you up."

"Hmph, who's going to eat whom is still uncertain."

Lee Hyori watched the two flirting and couldn't help but smile. After smiling, she said seriously, "Seriously, big brother, let's go look for jobs tomorrow. Whether we find one or not..."

She paused, glanced at Yang Jiulang, and asked, "Do you want us to stay?"

Yang Jiulang looked at the flowers through drunken eyes.

Under the lights, her face wasn't so sharp; her eyes even had a touch of gentleness. Tattoos peeked out from her jersey sleeve, but at that moment she didn't look like a tough woman; she looked more like a stubborn young girl.

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" Yang Jiulang asked.

"nonsense."

"The truth is," Yang Jiulang said, "I don't want you to leave."

Hou Qinqin exclaimed, "Wow! Uncle, you confessed! Haha, we'll miss you too!"

"I haven't finished speaking yet," Yang Jiulang glared at her, "What I'm reluctant to part with is this delicious food."

Lee Hyori paused for a moment, then smiled.

The way she smiled was different from her usual pursed lips. The corners of her mouth turned up, her eyes curved, and even her sharp aura softened a bit.

"Then," she said, "you can stay here for now. I'm sorry to trouble you tonight, brother. Luckily you're here, it's not very convenient."

Yang Jiulang looked up at the sky and said through gritted teeth, "I'll buy you beds tomorrow, and we'll sleep in separate beds."

"Giggle..."

"Hahaha......"

After the two women and one man playfully teased each other for a while, Lee Hyori suddenly asked seriously, "Big brother, do you really think we can find jobs?"

Yang Jiulang glanced at them and said, "I speak roughly, please don't mind."

Hou Qinqin quickly said, "Hmph, if you're going to say something crude, then don't. It's definitely not something nice."

"Qingqing, let your brother say that he is different from those people; he has no ill intentions."

"Your outfits," Yang Jiulang pointed to their hair, "are all so colorful and messy. If I ran a legitimate company, I definitely wouldn't hire you."

Hou Qinqin pouted, and Lee Hyori fell silent.

"But it's not like there's no way," Yang Jiulang said. "We can just make some changes."

"How should it be changed?"

"First," Yang Jiulang pointed to her hair, "dye it back to black."

The two glanced at each other's dazzling hair and simultaneously shook their heads in refusal.

"Secondly," Yang Jiulang pointed to their bodies, "change into clothes that aren't too revealing."

"Finally," Yang Jiulang considered his words carefully, "let's be a little... um... more polite in our speech."

Hou Qinqin immediately pointed at Yang Jiulang's nose and said to Li Xiaoli, "Hey, look at him, doesn't he look down on us?"

Yang Jiulang quickly shook his head: "It's not that I'm disgusted, it's just..."

"What is it?"

Yang Jiulang thought for a moment and decided to tell the truth: "I feel that you guys are too easy to bully."

The two were stunned.

"I've seen plenty of girls like you lately," Yang Jiulang said. "You come from your hometown, with no education or skills, just relying on your youth and beauty to get by. If you meet a good person, great; but what if you meet a bad one? Wasn't that scumbag who cheated you last time a perfect example?"

Unable to refute, the two lowered their heads.

"I don't mean to interfere with you guys," Yang Jiulang said, "but since we're sleeping together, I consider you friends, and friends should always tell each other the truth."

Hou Qinqin looked up: "Uncle, what did you say? You consider us friends?"

"What else?"

"I thought you treated us like trash, the kind you could just throw away."

Yang Jiulang felt a sudden, inexplicable pang of pain in his heart.

He understood that deep sense of insecurity.

"You are not trash, and I will not throw you away, never," Yang Jiulang said in a deep voice.

Hou Qinqin's big eyes were bright and clear. She pouted and said, "Uncle, I think I've fallen in love with you. I feel like I'd be willing to do anything for you right now."

Yang Jiulang waved his hand speechlessly: "Go, go, go, take a shower and go to bed. Tomorrow's the weekend, I'll take you guys to get some new clothes."

At the same time, I felt a lingering fear; thankfully, I managed to hold it in last night.

Don't be fooled by this girl rubbing against you; the door is still closed.

Yang Jiulang thought, "I still have to hold back tonight."