Divine Hint: Reporting An Escaped Convict From The Start

Chapter 187: That Love Letter Was Not Written By Your Son

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Beside him, when those people saw this scene, their eyes landed on the barbecue skewers that Li Hao had made. Their saliva really kept drooling.

Just by looking at it, it looked delicious, let alone smelling this fragrance.

“Come on, try it.”

Li Hao handed the barbecue skewers to Shen Mange.

Shen Mange began to eat first. She bit on a chicken wing.

“Yes!”

Shen Mange’s eyes widened and she let out a soft gasp.

“It’s really delicious! Li Hao, how did you barbecue it? It’s really delicious.” Shen Mange’s eyes lit up and she could not help but exclaim in surprise.

“I’ve never eaten such a delicious barbecue!” said Shen Mange excitedly, her pretty face red. She had eaten so many barbecues, but she had never felt anything as delicious as this.

“Yaqing, come, try it too! I’ll try this stinky tofu again…” Shen Mange said to Qin Yaqing again, then bit the roasted stinky tofu.

It was very soft and had an excellent texture. It was numb and spicy and tasted just right. If he roasted it a little more, it would definitely be overcooked. However, at this moment, it was just right.

It was really perfect.

“Delicious! Li Hao, did you specially learn it? How can it be so delicious? I want more, I want more… Make more,” said Shen Mange excitedly again. Her glasses narrowed as she smiled. She was extremely happy and satisfied.

“Is it that good?” Qin Yaqing said in confusion when she saw Shen Mange’s expression, but she did not look convinced.

The next moment, she also placed a skewer in her mouth.

It was at this moment that Qin Yaqing suddenly trembled and her eyes lit up.

“This… is simply too delicious.” Qin Yaqing was also shocked. She was convinced by the taste of the skewers.

“Li Hao, how can you be so good?” Qin Yaqing could not help but ask Li Hao again.

“Haha, now you know how powerful I am!” Li Hao grinned.

The owner of the barbecue stall, Brother Fatty, who was sitting on the ground, was slightly stunned when he heard the two women’s words and saw their expressions.

‘Delicious?’

Could it be better than his own roast? Brother Fatty could not help but say to Li Hao, “Um, can I try it?”

“Haha! Whatever… Anyway, it’s yours! I’ll just add another skewer,” said Li Hao indifferently.

The next moment, when Brother Fatty took a skewer that Li Hao had barbecued and stuffed it into his mouth to taste it, Brother Fatty was shocked.

This… was really delicious. It was even better than what he had cooked.

F*ck!

Fatty wanted to cry even more.

Damn it, putting aside the fact that his son scored 30 marks, this random passerby’s barbecue actually tasted better than his own. This was too f*cking shocking.

“Sigh… What’s the point…” Brother Fatty could not help but let out a long sigh and said gloomily, “Hurry up and finish your barbecue. When you’re done, I’ll close the stall…”

Although it was very early and he had only set it up for a short time, Brother Fatty did not want to barbecue anymore.

“Are you really not continuing?” Li Hao smiled again at the other party’s words.

“Yes! I’m not barbecuing anymore! When I get back, I’ll teach that kid a lesson. Does he really not want to study anymore?! If he really doesn’t want to study, I’ll fulfill his wish…”

Fatty nodded again, but his eyes were fierce.

When Li Hao saw this, he shook his head slightly and said calmly, “Actually, there’s no need to do this!”

“At the end of the day, what happened to your son is actually your problem.”

“What? My problem? How is that possible? I earn money to pay for his studies every day. Am I wrong?” When Brother Fatty heard Li Hao’s words, he was instantly unhappy and said loudly.

“You misunderstood your son,” At this moment, Li Hao said calmly.

“Misunderstanding? What do you mean? Who are you? How do you know? Don’t spout nonsense here…” replied Brother Fatty.

“Of course I know, because I know everything. There’s nothing in the world that I don’t know. The eight trigrams of the Yi Scripture are all in my mind. I can judge the sun and moon in my palm, measure fengshui, and grasp the universe in my sleeve… I’m the 49th generation descendant of the Naimayi God…” said Li Hao proudly again.

“Damn, impressive!”

“The 49th generation descendant of the Naimayi God?”

“Have you read too many s?”

“Fortune teller…”

“I don’t believe you. You’re evil.”

“Hahaha! How funny.”

“…”

When the people beside him heard Li Hao’s words, they could not help but be dumbfounded again. In the next second, they laughed.

“Li Hao… Ahaha… I’m dying of laughter. He’s so funny…”

Even Shen Mange covered her abdomen and smiled brightly when she heard Li Hao’s words.

As for Qin Yaqing, she looked speechless.

In front of him, the fatty was dumbfounded. What was going on? Where was this going? Could he get to the point…

“Do you remember the night six months and twenty-one days ago?” Li Hao suddenly said.

The night six months and twenty-one days ago?

Brother Fatty was still dumbfounded. He muttered subconsciously and began to calculate.

“Today is… six months ago, which is March…”

Fatty frowned, still calculating.

At this moment, Li Hao said again, “Did you tear up a letter in your son’s bag that night… or more accurately, a piece of paper…”

“You… a letter? A piece of paper? You mean, that love letter?”

Hearing this, Fatty immediately remembered.

One night six months ago, he did have a big fight with his son. At that time, it was because he found a love letter written by his son. He was so angry that he tore it up.

Now that he thought about it, Fatty’s heart skipped a beat. Could it be because of the love letter?

The more he thought about it, the more certain he became.

“That’s right! It’s that love letter!” Li Hao nodded and spoke again.

“Your son didn’t write that love letter!” said Li Hao firmly.

Gasp!

Hearing Li Hao’s words, Brother Fatty’s face turned pale.

He remembered that his son had said that the love letter was not his, but he was too angry to believe it. He thought that his son had found an excuse, so he tore it up without hesitation.

Now that he thought about it, cold sweat slowly broke out on his forehead.

If it really was not a love letter from his son, did he really misunderstand his son?