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

The next day.

The sky was bright.

The first rays of morning sunlight slanted across the floor through the narrow, round window.

Lynn opened her eyes and was greeted by a calm, azure sky.

As calm as his heart.

With a thought, the panel appeared.

[Host] Lynn

[Age] 30

[Height] 183cm

【Weight】 53kg

【已解锁情绪】感恩 LV1（30/200）、愤怒 LV0（20/100）、恐惧 LV0（20/100），敌意LV0（20/100）

[Skill] General Medicine (Beginner)

"..."

After glancing at it briefly, his eyes lit up when they landed on the "Gratitude" section.

"30 points..."

Lynn smacked his lips, his thoughts starting to wander.

If I reach LV2, will I get a new skill, or will I be upgraded to Intermediate General Medicine?

Thinking of this, a strong sense of anticipation arose in his heart.

Knock knock knock—

A rhythmic knocking interrupted his thoughts.

"Lin, are you up? Breakfast is ready." Mrs. Hill's gentle voice came from outside the door.

"I'll be down in a bit." Lynn raised an eyebrow.

This was the first time Mrs. Hill had invited him to breakfast after renting the place for so long.

In America, this would undoubtedly be considered a very affectionate gesture.

After a quick wash, Lynn went straight downstairs.

Before even reaching the kitchen, the restaurant was filled with the rich aroma of fried bacon, buttered bread, and freshly ground coffee.

"Come to Lin, try my cooking."

Mrs. Hill came out of the kitchen carrying two plates of fried eggs.

Today she was wearing a floral apron, the ribbons accentuating her mature and voluptuous figure perfectly.

Perhaps she had slept well last night, for her cheeks had an unusually rosy glow.

Her skin also had a moist and radiant glow, as if it had been thoroughly moisturized after a long drought.

She exudes a captivating charm unique to mature women.

"Thank you so much for last night, Lin. If it weren't for you..."

Mrs. Hill placed breakfast in front of Lynn, her eyes filled with gratitude and tenderness, her watery eyes seeming to stretch out like silk.

"It was nothing, Madam. Your cooking is truly irresistible."

Lynn smiled and, without any ceremony, pulled out a chair, sat down, and began to eat heartily.

The crispy bacon and runny fried egg combined in the mouth, greatly satisfying the empty stomach in the morning.

Just then, Katie came down, rubbing her messy blonde hair.

She was only wearing a white T-shirt that was so big it almost covered her thighs, with the hem barely covering her hips.

A pair of long, straight, beautiful legs shimmered with an ivory-like luster, dazzlingly white.

Seeing Lynn sitting at the table eating and drinking heartily, Katie's movements visibly stiffened.

"snort."

After a pause, Katie pulled out a chair and sat down, pouting and muttering, "Hey, don't think that just because you saved me last night you can act like a benefactor in this house. I didn't ask you for help."

[Hatefulness +10]

"Katie! Shut up!"

Mrs. Hill's face instantly darkened. She slammed the milk down in front of Katie and hissed angrily, "Do you know that if it weren't for Mr. Lin, you would be dead last night!"

After saying that, she turned her head and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Lin, I've spoiled this child. Please don't take it to heart."

"It's alright, Mrs. Hill, young people have their own ideas."

Lynn acted unusually coldly, not even glancing at Katie.

He finished the food on his plate in a few bites and downed his coffee in one gulp.

"I'm full, thank you for the hospitality."

After wiping his mouth, Lynn got up and left.

He has to go to the fried chicken shop to collect last week's salary today, so he doesn't have time to waste here.

Mrs. Hill hurriedly followed.

"Lynn, where are you going?"

"Go collect your salary, by the way."

Lynn stopped at the door, pulled a thick wad of US dollars from his wallet, and handed it over. "This is the $1500 rent from last month."

"No! I can't accept it!"

Mrs. Hill's expression changed, and her attitude became unusually firm: "Lin, you saved Katie's life, so you're our family's savior. This month's rent is waived!"

Thanks.

Lynn didn't stand on ceremony any longer, stuffed the money back into her wallet, turned around, and got into the car.

With plumes of black smoke rising, the Camry sped away.

"Mom! Are you crazy?! It's $1500! Why don't you take his money?"

As soon as Lynn left, Katie's disgruntled voice immediately came from the restaurant.

"Shut up!"

Mrs. Hill turned around and glared at her daughter, annoyed. "I told you, he saved your life! You can't be ungrateful!"

Katie rolled her eyes and said persistently, "Say what you will, but I'm going to buy a few designer outfits this weekend. All my girlfriends have new dresses."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Hill took a deep breath and hesitated.

"Katie, this month's expenses have exceeded the budget. Property taxes are going up like crazy every year, plus home insurance, your tuition, the hefty utility bills, and the credit card bills that have to be paid every month..."

"Most importantly, the pension your father left behind is almost gone..."

"Don't try to scare me with that."

Katie scoffed dismissively, turned, and headed upstairs: "I have my own ways of making money now, you don't need to worry about it!"

Looking at Katie's spoiled figure, Mrs. Hill's face showed deep exhaustion.

Deep down, the desire to have a man to rely on grew stronger.

……

the other side.

Lynn drove his beat-up Camry all the way to South King Street.

Not far from Jack Ma's restaurant, the sign of the Korean-owned fried chicken shop is still lit up.

The shop manager, Lao Mo, is very decisive in his work.

Upon seeing Lynn, he immediately took an envelope from the cashier without saying a word: "Lin, I've been waiting for you. This is your last week's salary, $400, no less. Check it."

"God bless you."

After confirming that the money was correct, Lynn turned around and headed straight to the nearest 7-Eleven convenience store.

Add this $400.

He now had $1630 in cash.

This amount of money was still a drop in the bucket when it came to paying off his debts, but that didn't stop him from continuing to buy cigarettes and alcohol.

First, tobacco and alcohol are the hard currency for reaping gratitude from homeless people.

To quickly raise [Gratitude] to LV2, this is a price to pay.

Secondly, he wanted to see if he could expand his client base by working with the Black man, Mike.

The demand for unlicensed doctors at the grassroots level is enormous.

Ring ring.

Pushing open the glass door of the convenience store, a welcoming bell above my head rings out crisply.

At that moment, the old television hanging above the cashier was broadcasting the morning news.

"Last night, in a surprise operation, female police officer Annie Wee of the South District Police Department successfully killed and captured a notorious gang leader. In recognition of her heroic actions, the mayor personally awarded her the 'Medal of Valor' and promoted her to detective! It is reported that Annie Wee will become the youngest female detective in the city's history..."

Lynn's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the television screen.

In the picture, a smart and capable woman in a police uniform is receiving a medal from a white-haired police superintendent.

"Wow, isn't that the policewoman from last night? She's been promoted pretty fast."

Lynn raised an eyebrow, a playful smile curving his lips.

It's either having a good father or a stepfather.

Looking away, Lynn grabbed a few packets of Marlboro cigarettes and some cheap whiskey, ready to pay the bill.

Behind the cashier stood a Mexican woman of extremely large size, who appeared to weigh over 200 pounds.

The fat on her belly made the buttons dangle precariously, and her face was covered in thick, cheap foundation, with eyeshadow that made her look like she'd been punched.

As Lynn approached, the woman's eyes, which had been squeezed into slits by her fat, suddenly lit up.

He gave Lynn a flirtatious wink in an extremely greasy manner, and even pouted his thick lips as if to blow a kiss.

[Adoration +10]

"..."

There's really no need for that.

Seeing the sudden surge of affection, Lynn's lips twitched.

I felt a churning in my stomach, and I almost threw up last night's dinner.

"Forty-five dollars in total, handsome."

The fat woman spoke in a high-pitched voice.

Lynn didn't want to say a word, so he paid, picked up his things, and turned to leave.

Just as I reached the door, a young Black man in a hoodie rushed in, clutching a crumpled twenty-dollar bill: "A bottle of vodka, please!"

The fat woman's expression changed instantly; she put her thick arm on her hip and roared:

"Show me your ID! You brat who's barely grown up and you want to buy alcohol? Minor, get out! Or I'll call the police!"

The hoodie-wearing boy was startled. He stammered for a while, unable to produce any identification, and finally, enraged, stormed out of the store, yelling, "Fuck you! You fat pig!"

"Heh." He curled his lip, full of sarcasm.

This is America.

You need to be an adult to buy alcohol, but nobody cares about smoking marijuana.

That's real freedom.

After leaving the convenience store, Lynn drove to a familiar street.

Several more makeshift tents made of cardboard and rags have appeared along the streets.

As soon as we got off the bus, many figures immediately emerged from the surrounding tents and cardboard boxes.

"It's Lin! Lin's here!"

"God, I knew you wouldn't forget us!"

"Lin, may God bless you!"

As the supplies were distributed, prompts kept popping up on Lynn's retina:

[Thanksgiving +3]

[Thanksgiving +2]

[Thanksgiving +3]

……

After distributing the supplies, Lynn looked around and frowned deeply.

It's quite strange that I didn't see Mike today.

"bro."

Lynn stopped a white homeless man who was chain-smoking and asked, "Have you seen Mike today? Why didn't he come?"

The homeless man exhaled a puff of smoke and pointed to a dilapidated tent deep inside the bridge arch:

"Mike? That guy got into a fight with some drug addicts from the south last night over territory. I heard he was seriously injured and is now lying in his tent waiting to die."

"Wait to die?"

Lynn's expression suddenly darkened.

Old Black was the 'middleman' he had just chosen.

In addition, during the Jack Ma restaurant incident, he acknowledged the opponent's combat strength.

He was even planning to take them in as his dogs... thugs, so how did they end up getting injured?

After a moment's hesitation, Lynn said sternly, "Now! Take me there immediately!"

……