In the span of a week, the Granger couple prepared ample living essentials for the seven children, and as for food, the villa's owner had already stocked it in the villa's cold storage.

On the Saturday of the second week, the Granger couple took advantage of their time off to drive Lin Yue and Hermione to the villa. Behind their car, there was also a small transport vehicle responsible for delivering the living essentials, which was already the maximum capacity that the road to the villa could handle.

Upon arriving at the villa, Lin Yue followed Hermione out of the car and naturally walked towards the small transport vehicle. She casually picked up a large box that looked quite heavy and, with some difficulty, made her way towards the villa.

Just as Lin Yue got out of the car, she suddenly disappeared. Hermione was looking around for her when she saw Lin Yue coming out from behind the small transport vehicle, carrying a large box. Hermione quickly ran over and helped her lift the box from the opposite side.

With their combined effort, Lin Yue's steps became much steadier. Hermione, who had initially wanted to chat with Lin Yue, now felt reluctant to speak. The box was a bit too heavy for the two eleven-year-old girls, almost twelve. She thought that if she opened her mouth, her breath would escape, and it would be easy to drop the box on the ground.

Dropping the box would be a minor issue, but if Lin Yue fell as well, that would be a problem. In contrast, Lin Yue appeared unfazed, as if the box she was holding had no weight at all. Only the bulging veins in her hands and her slightly trembling arms revealed just how much effort she was exerting.

When they reached the gate of the wall, the gate was already open. After passing through the wall, the two girls walked a little further before entering the villa's door.

As soon as they entered, Hermione, with a flushed face and sweat on her forehead, gritted her teeth and spoke. "Lin Yue... let's put the stuff down here for now. This box is too heavy; I can barely move it. I don't want to drop it and have it take you down with it."

Before Lin Yue could respond, Mrs. Granger quickly walked out from the living room upon hearing the noise. She had just entered the villa to check if there was anything that needed tidying up, and then she noticed that the two children were not behind her.

She initially thought that Hermione had taken Lin Yue to explore the nearby area, reasoning that both children were quite clever and that the area had recently been treated with snake repellent, so there wouldn't be any issues. Therefore, she didn't go looking for them.

But now, upon seeing them, she exclaimed, "Oh my God," as she realized that the two girls were carrying a box that was almost half their size.

Hermione's face was contorted with unpleasant and she was sweating profusely. Although Lin Yue still had a blank expression, her face was flushed, and sweat was pouring down like a fountain.

Mrs. Granger's expression changed as she lifted the large box that the two girls were struggling to carry. This box was heavy, and she could faintly feel it was a bit strenuous.

After taking a few steps forward and placing the box in a convenient spot in the living room, Mrs. Granger straightened up and turned to look at Lin Yue and Hermione.

"I thought you two were out having fun nearby, but instead, you’re moving boxes?"

"Because there was a box to move, and I should help," Lin Yue replied in a flat tone.

When someone nearby is working, you should have some awareness and go help out voluntarily. This is an unwritten rule, and Lin Yue's mind was firmly convinced of this.

Hermione, beside her, wiped her sweat with a tissue from her pocket, gasping for breath as she spoke, "I saw Lin Yue moving the box by herself, so I went to help."

After saying that, she took out a few more tissues from her pocket and gently turned to help Lin Yue wipe the sweat from her face and neck.

Lin Yue, who originally wanted to go out and help, was momentarily halted by Hermione's action of wiping her sweat, leaving her standing still in place.

Mrs. Granger sighed helplessly, walked over, squatted down, and gently stroked Lin Yue's hair, then pinched her daughter's little face.

"You two are good kids, especially Lin Yue."

Hermione stuck out her tongue at this, putting away the tissue she had used to wipe her sweat, preparing to find a trash can to throw it away later.

However, she had no objections to her mother's words. If we’re talking about good kids... she admitted that Lin Yue was indeed an absolutely good kid. In terms of being a good kid, she really couldn't compare to Lin Yue.

"But sometimes being too sensible can be heart-wrenching."

Mrs. Granger affectionately took Lin Yue's hand and gently massaged the muscles that had just stiffened from moving boxes.

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Hermione watched this scene with her brows twitching twice, not because her mother was massaging Lin Yue's hands and not hers, but because...

Lin Yue stiffened for a moment, turning to look at Hermione, who was also holding one of her hands and carefully massaging it.

With both hands being held, she was now completely unable to go out and help.

At that moment, Mr. Granger and the hired mover were coming in, each carrying two stacked boxes.

As soon as he walked in, Mr. Granger saw Hermione and Mrs. Granger helping Lin Yue with her hands.

Instinctively, he thought Lin Yue had hurt her hand and rushed over in a panic.

"What happened? Did you hurt your hand? Quickly, I'll take Lin Yue to the hospital."

The mover behind him also hurried over, wanting to see if there was anything he could help with.

Mrs. Granger quickly raised her hand to wave, "No, no, it's just that Lin Yue and little Hermione just moved a big box in together, and Lin Yue even moved it by herself for a while. I was afraid her hand would cramp, so I was helping her massage it."

"As for Hermione..." Mrs. Granger looked at her daughter and raised an eyebrow, probably realizing that she had unknowingly become a bit jealous.

Even her own mother was feeling jealous she didn't expect her daughter to be such a little jealous one.

Hearing that Lin Yue wasn't hurt, Mr. Granger finally breathed a sigh of relief, his gaze turning to the large box in the corner of the living room.

"Oh, it's this box! I was wondering why I couldn't find it earlier. I clearly remembered putting it on the outside; I thought I had remembered it wrong."

Then he suddenly realized and looked sharply at Lin Yue and Hermione, "This box is the heaviest among those boxes."

Hermione is fine; at least she was lifting the box together with Lin Yue at the end. Before that, Lin Yue had been moving the boxes by herself, and her arms would definitely hurt tomorrow.

Lin Yue calmly nodded at Mr. Granger's words. She knew that the box was the heaviest among all the boxes; she could analyze that with just a glance at them.

It was precisely because it was the heaviest that she wanted to move it. Shouldn't heavy and hard work be taken on willingly? This is the most basic moral requirement.

Seeing Mrs. Granger and Hermione let go of her hand, Lin Yue turned around, ready to go out and move boxes again.

But now that everyone was here, how could they let her go out to move things?

Mr. Granger smiled and waved to his daughter, "Hermione, take Lin Yue to play, or you can help your mom organize things."

After saying that, he bent down to meet Lin Yue's gaze, "With enough gentlemen around, it would be quite ungracious to let ladies or even children move things. I think we both consider ourselves gentlemen."

As he spoke, Mr. Granger exchanged a glance with the mover, who puffed out his chest confidently and patted his own chest.

"I'm a professional at this; you can trust me."

"That's right," Mrs. Granger chuckled, covering her mouth. Watching Hermione take Lin Yue's hand, she placed her hands on the backs of the two girls and pushed them toward the living room. "So, you two can help me organize things."

Sometimes, when you hire professionals, you need to respect their work. Offering a little help is polite, but excessive assistance might hinder their work and show a lack of trust in their professionalism.

Lin Yue opened her mouth in vain but couldn't say anything. This was completely different from the education she had experienced and the rules and knowledge in her mind.

Pushed into the living room by Mrs. Granger, Lin Yue ultimately said nothing. She bent down to start unpacking boxes and quickly began organizing various household items.

The villa had already been cleaned by the owner before they arrived. So Lin Yue and the others only needed to organize the household items and change the sheets on the beds.

When Mrs. Granger saw Lin Yue's skilled movements, which were even more fluent than her own, she was no longer surprised. It seemed like whatever was happening with this child had become a matter of course.

She was like a truly ideal "good child," with self-awareness, understanding, and obedience ingrained in her bones.

After moving all the boxes and settling the payment for the delivery guy, Mr. Granger also came to help organize things.

With four people working together, and with Lin Yue, who could be considered professional, they finished organizing the household items and changing the sheets in less than forty minutes.

Looking at the already tidied villa, Lin Yue stood dazed in place. Before the new reading list arrived, she had promised Hermione not to think about studying. So now, even in her mind, she shouldn't be reciting or simulating anything. Having never actively relaxed before, she had no idea what she could do without someone guiding her. Fortunately, it was almost noon, and Lin Yue quickly ended her daze and walked towards the kitchen. It was nearly lunchtime, and she should go cook.

Mrs. Granger walked over with a smile and gently pressed her hand on Lin Yue's shoulder. "Lin Yue, why don't you go with Hermione to have some snacks and take a stroll around the villa? From now on, you'll be on your own in the villa, and you won't get to eat my cooking anymore, so let me handle this meal. How does that sound?"

Lin Yue glanced at Mrs. Granger with a deadpan expression and nodded indifferently, "Okay, thank you, Auntie."

Turning around, Hermione had already prepared some snacks and stuffed a bag of chips into Lin Yue's arms. She pulled Lin Yue along and eagerly headed towards the cold storage behind the villa.

She had just seen it and was quite interested since she had never been to the cold storage before.

"Hermione, don't eat too many snacks; it will be time for dinner soon," Mrs. Granger called out from behind them.

"Got it, Mom," Hermione replied, looking back.

Then, linking her arm with Lin Yue's, she opened the bag of chips in her arms and happily popped a piece into her mouth.

Looking down at the snacks in her arms, Lin Yue was unsure if she should eat them. Snacks weren't a necessity and eating them would take away from her study time, so she felt she shouldn't eat snacks.

Lin Yue's brain was subconsciously thinking, while Hermione next to her clearly had no idea what she was pondering. Seeing that she hadn't opened the bag of chips, Hermione directly reached out and stuffed a chip into her mouth.

"This brand of chips is pretty good, you should try it," Hermione said with a smile after swallowing her own chip.

Lin Yue nodded, slowly chewing the chip in her mouth before swallowing it.

"How is it? Isn't it quite tasty?" Hermione looked at her expectantly.

"Mm." Lin Yue replied expressionlessly, it was a taste she had never tried before.

"Then have another piece." Hermione happily laughed and handed another chip to Lin Yue's mouth, not even letting her eat it herself. Hermione now found it more fun to feed her.

Lin Yue looked at the chip being offered to her mouth, obediently opened her mouth, leaned forward, and ate the chip, which made Hermione's smile widen even more.

The two of them walked together to the cold storage. Hermione reached out and forcefully opened the cold storage door, then curiously walked inside.

Lin Yue held the chips with her left hand and used her right hand to push the cold storage door all the way open to prevent it from closing automatically, then stepped into the cold storage.

The moment she stepped into the cold storage, Lin Yue began timing in her mind; the temperature inside was very low. She and Hermione couldn't stay too long, otherwise, the temperature difference between inside and outside was too great. Even if they didn't get frostbitten, there would still be a risk of catching a cold.

Walking over to Hermione, Lin Yue saw her bending down to carefully examine a half side of pork placed on the cold storage shelf.

"This... is pork?" Hermione, who didn't cook much and usually only used small pieces of beef, pointed uncertainly at the large pink packaged meat in front of her.

"Mm." Lin Yue nodded without any change in her expression.

"So big," Hermione clicked her tongue, "this can't be fried in a pot, right? It needs to be cut first?"

Lin Yue reached out to slightly lift the half side of pork to take a closer look. "It's more suitable for braising; you can make braised ribs or braised pork."

"Braising?" Hermione looked at Lin Yue in confusion.

"Mm." Lin Yue nodded expressionlessly.

"Is it an Eastern method of cooking?"

"Yes."

Hermione's eyes instantly lit up. In the past few days, to cater to the Granger family's taste, Lin Yue had only made Western food when cooking, and hadn't used any Eastern methods. Now, hearing Lin Yue mention Eastern cooking, Hermione immediately thought of the Eastern dishes she had read about in books, feeling like she was about to drool.

"Can you make it for me to try in a couple of days, Lin Yue? I can help you!" Under Hermione's eager gaze, Lin Yue's expression remained unchanged, but she nodded without hesitation, "Okay."