It was clear that this young man was extremely strong-willed; this brief sentence seemed to have drained his spirit. Wang Fan knew that the stronger a person is, the harder it is for them to ask for help. Clearly, this young man's heart was in torment.
"You can use it, but there's a fee."
"How much?"
"One yuan."
"One yuan?"
Yu Wei looked both surprised and pleasantly uncertain as he looked at Wang Fan.
Wang Fan nodded to confirm once more: "One yuan."
"Thanks, brother! I'll make sure to clean up!"
Yu Wei suddenly became excited, his eyes even carried a bit of brightness. Too much and he'd be reluctant; not charging would feel like charity, but one yuan was completely fine for him.
Wang Fan stepped aside to let Yu Wei into the kitchen, watching him skillfully light the fire, pour water, yet not adding any oil.
"What's your name? Are you getting treatment from the hospital across the street?"
