Shen Qiuhua imagined the things her daughter said. Su Binglan noticed her mother's strange gaze and asked helplessly, "Mother, why are you looking at me like that?"
Shen Qiuhua looked at her daughter and said thoughtfully, "I think many of our villagers will come bearing gifts because of you. It'll be lively when that time comes."
Shen Qiuhua loved the bustle, and her eyes lit up when she thought of what was to come. There was a hint of excitement in her voice as she spoke.
Su Binglan furrowed her brows and asked in confusion. "Why?"
After all, many villagers also worked for Su Zhengde, so it was not just about what Su Binglan did.
Shen Qiuhua smacked her forehead. "Oh, right! You'll make everyone rich when you open the embroidery shop and more tofu factories. Everyone will be grateful to you.
