If you're wondering why Li Aijun got a beating in his own courtyard, it's mainly because the boy had a screw loose. When he got home from school, he saw Yuan Si sitting in the yard. Although Yuan Si had grown a bit, she still vaguely resembled her six-year-old self, so Li Aijun recognized her after a moment of scrutiny.
The foolish boy grinned. 'Isn't this the perfect person to have some fun with?'
"Hey, what's a little brat like you doing at my house? Back to mooch off us again, huh? Let me tell you, I ate all the white flour. Even if you wanted to steal some, there's none left." To this day, Li Aijun still remembered how this young auntie of his had stolen their family's two catties of white flour. Afterward, his mother had come home but couldn't do anything about it. So for the past two years, he had followed her example. Whenever there was white flour in the house, he would sneak it out and eat it himself.
