An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

Lighthouse Mountain Community.

When Lynn's old, beat-up Camry slowly drove into the community, it wasn't completely dark yet.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the houses on both sides of the road in a dazzling layer of broken gold.

"Lin, you've arrived."

As soon as the car came to a stop, Mrs. Hill greeted her with a beaming smile.

Lynn pushed open the car door, her gaze involuntarily flickering.

Mrs. Hill is dressed extremely provocatively today.

She was only wearing a pair of tight, dark gray seamless yoga pants on her lower body.

The tight fabric perfectly accentuated the shape of her buttocks, which she had maintained through years of fitness, creating an exaggerated peach-like curve.

Her upper body was covered by a pure white, tight-fitting knitted short-sleeved top, with a semi-transparent lace apron tied around it.

The apron straps were tied in a bow at the back, making her already impressive figure even more prominent.

With each step, a slight, unsettling tremor was stirred.

For a moment, Lynn even had a strange feeling.

It felt just like my own home.

"Come on in, it's windy outside."

Mrs. Hill opened the door with a smile: "Please sit on the sofa for a while, the food will be ready soon."

The kitchen was filled with the rich aroma of roasted meat, and there was even a bottle of red wine on the long dining table.

A standard Western-style dinner.

"How's Katie? Is she completely alright?"

Lynn sat down on the sofa and casually asked.

"Oh, that child is fine now. Young people recover quickly."

Mrs. Hill's voice carried a hint of helplessness: "He just stays cooped up in his room and refuses to come out, saying he's watching TV shows."

Binge-watching TV shows?

A hint of mockery flashed in Lynn's eyes.

I casually took out my phone and opened OnlyFans again.

The live stream, which appears to be Katie's, is still running.

Upon clicking through, the girl was still awkwardly swaying in front of the camera.

The girl is neither good at gimmicks nor at acting cute.

He just dryly fiddled with those ridiculously long legs.

Every now and then, due to the large movements, she would tug at her ill-fitting lace maid outfit.

Lynn glanced at it a few times and immediately found it boring.

It's too rough.

Don't even mention comparing her to the "Four Beauties of Douyu," who once dominated the entire internet's live streaming scene.

Even those with some fame, like Li Ye and Xiao Shen Shen, are far inferior.

Even those who skirt the edges, like Nanbo'er, are far inferior.

It's at least a dozen versions behind the live streaming scene at Dongda University.

Looking at the few comments and meager donations on the public screen, Lynn felt embarrassed for her.

"Tsk." Lynn clicked her tongue and casually clicked the tip button.

[Ding! User "hou入神姬" has tipped $10!]

Including the money from selling Gundam models, his current assets exceed $3000.

$10 is nothing to him.

But the $10 special effects stood out starkly in the shabby livestream room.

The girl on the screen was clearly taken aback.

Then, his voice rose two octaves with excitement, and he bowed repeatedly, saying, "Thank you, brother! Thank you..."

It seems that the ID of the person who tipped the money was actually a few square-shaped Chinese characters.

The girl immediately opened a translation software and, in extremely broken and even somewhat comical Chinese pronunciation, began to read aloud, word by word:

"Welcome... Hou... Shen... Ji, Big Brother!"

When Lynn heard those four words come out of the arrogant Katie's mouth, he almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Yes, this is his new ID.

My old ID was 【Level 8 Gale】.

The girl finished reading it but didn't seem to understand what it meant; she just stood there grinning foolishly.

After glancing at it a couple more times, Lynn switched out of the live stream and casually clicked on her personal profile.

Although the monthly subscription fee is only a paltry $9.9.

However, the number of people who have become members is pitifully small, only a dozen or so.

I glanced at it briefly and saw that it was full of Lolita-style photos of girls wearing over-the-knee socks and pigtails.

They don't know how to pose at all; they just stiffly strike a pose like wooden figures.

It looks very awkward.

Lynn sighed inwardly as he slid down the slide.

What a waste of such a perfect figure and those legs.

Photos of this quality can only be posted in Wa's junior's gaming group.

These boys are guaranteed to call her "Mom".

As Lynn pondered, her thoughts began to wander.

Katie's exceptional physical attributes make her a formidable asset; if I were to personally coach her on the field...

It's guaranteed to empty the wallets of those hungry white men and make them a fortune.

"You know what, it actually works." Lynn's eyes flickered.

"Lin, dinner is ready and can be served."

Just then, Mrs. Hill came out of the kitchen carrying two plates of sizzling tomahawk steaks.

She put down her steak, looked up, and called softly to the second floor, "Katie, darling, come down for dinner."

No response.

"Katie? Dinner's ready!"

Still, no one paid any attention.

"Katie!"

I called out several times, but there was no response from upstairs.

Mrs. Hill took a deep breath, put her hands on her hips, and roared at the stairs:

"Katie! You have thirty seconds to get down here and eat! Or don't blame me for tearing your ear off!"

After yelling, Mrs. Hill seemed to realize something, turned around and gave Lynn an awkward smile:

"I'm sorry, Lin, this child has been too rebellious lately. Normally... I would never yell like this."

Lynn raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything more, turning her gaze back to her phone.

really.

Just after Mrs. Hill started yelling, the live stream suddenly went black.

A few minutes later.

The sound of slippers clicking on the stairs came from the stairs.

Katie got off the bus looking reluctant.

She had obviously just changed her clothes in a hurry, and was wearing an extremely large gray cotton T-shirt, the hem of which covered her upper thighs.

Only a glimpse of the frayed edge of the black hot pants was visible underneath.

His face was slightly flushed, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Katie ran downstairs in one breath and immediately saw Lynn sitting on the sofa.

Instantly, she exploded like a powder keg that had been lit.

Like a territorial lion cub glaring fiercely at Lynn, "What's wrong with you? How can you be so shameless? Not content with getting breakfast, you're now trying to freeload dinner?"

Lynn was speechless.

Was he trying to freeload a meal?

It's obvious that Mrs. Hill is trying to take advantage of him.

Lynn muttered a complaint in his heart, but showed no sign of it on his face.

He slowly placed his phone face down on the sofa, his deep black eyes fixed on Katie, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

Feeling inexplicably guilty under Lynn's penetrating gaze.

It felt like my whole body was being seen through, which made me extremely uncomfortable.

"What are you looking at! I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me!"

Katie shouted, her voice lacking conviction.

"Shut up, Katie!"

Mrs. Hill strode closer, her face filled with extreme displeasure: "I specifically invited Mr. Lynn to dinner. He's our guest, and more importantly, your savior!"

Seeing her mother get angry, Katie could only snort coldly and silently pull out a chair to sit down.

When she saw the food on the table, her brows immediately furrowed.

"Mom! Why is it steak and fries again?!"

Katie poked at the meat on her plate with her fork in dissatisfaction: "Why isn't there dessert? Why isn't there an organic vegetable and fruit salad?"

"Meat will make me fat! If those bastards at school knew I eat meat and this damn fried food at home, they'd laugh at me so hard!"

Hearing this, Lynn raised an eyebrow.

In America, dietary habits form a very strict class hierarchy.

High-sugar and high-oil fried foods have always been a symbol of the poor, which is why the obesity rate in the United States is so high.

Those who can afford fresh vegetarian organic vegetables and expensive fruits are the true standard of the middle class.

This is not just a matter of healthy eating; it is also a social status symbol that proves one's social standing.

As for the middle class and above?

They eat special dishes that are exclusively supplied by their own farms or private estates.

From seed cultivation to soil nutrients, it is a completely different species from those sold in ordinary supermarkets.

Faced with her daughter's questioning, Mrs. Hill's eyes visibly evaded the question: "I went too late today, and Whole Foods was sold out of vegetables, so I didn't buy any."

"How could they possibly be sold out..."

Katie rolled her eyes and muttered to herself, "I think you just don't want to buy it. The food at home has been getting worse and worse lately."

Although she was still complaining, Katie's body language betrayed her true feelings.

He picked up his knife and fork and immediately began to wolf down his food.

Lynn, who had taken in all of this, lowered her eyes slightly.

He keenly noticed Mrs. Hill's momentary embarrassment and stiffness, and had roughly guessed what was going on.

He had assumed that Mrs. Hill was kind-hearted and that's why she was willing to rent him the attic at such a low price.

It now seems highly likely that the other party is experiencing financial difficulties.

Unable to afford expensive organic vegetables and having to lower my food standards, plus the rent reminder I received on the phone a few days ago...

Each and every incident indirectly proves this inference.

Although everything seems normal at the moment.

However, judging from Mrs. Hill's intention to change her lifestyle, she was clearly aware of the crisis.

Lynn was not surprised at all by this.

In America, this is the norm.

Mrs. Hill has no regular job and has maintained a middle-class lifestyle all these years thanks to the insurance money left by her late husband.

In addition, Americans simply don't have the same habit of saving for a rainy day like people from the East; they spend as much as they earn.

Problems can easily arise when faced with inflation or unexpected expenses.

In a sense, this is also a kind of "kill line".

"I'm stuffed."

Less than ten minutes later, Katie wiped her mouth, put down her knife and fork, and stood up.

"You're full after eating so little? Why are you rushing back to your room?" Mrs. Hill asked, frowning.

"Make money."

Without turning her head, Katie tossed out two words and ran upstairs in her slippers.

Mrs. Hill clearly didn't take this answer seriously, and helplessly turned to Lynn with a smile:

"I'm sorry to have troubled you, Lin. A rebellious girl this age never tells the truth. Where could she possibly get money at such a young age?"

Lynn cut off a piece of beef with blood still visible and put it in her mouth, a barely perceptible smile curving her lips.

Madam, your daughter is telling the absolute truth this time.

She's not only making money, but also thanks to her stunningly long legs.

As for which body part will be the source of income in the future... well, that's hard to say.

However, it seems that they haven't made much money so far.

"Never mind her, it's good that he's gone."

Mrs. Hill poured Lynn a glass of red wine, her eyes sparkling with a delicate, ethereal beauty as she looked up.

"Now, isn't it just the two of us left?"