The other three tykes all knew that having an iron rice bowl was a good thing.
Hearing Brother Goudan's words, they also ran to Lin Tang's side, gazing at her earnestly.
Lin Tang shook her head at the four pairs of clear, doe-like eyes.
"No, not really."
"Right now, we don't know yet if you can secure an iron rice bowl; it depends on your dad and your uncle. I can't manage that."
But she believed her elder brother's future wouldn't be bad.
Even though these little rascals were short, they had plenty of worries.
Not afraid that all this worrying would stunt their growth.
Goudan was a bit disappointed.
The next second, he dashed to Lin Qingshan.
"Dad, my aunt said it's up to you?"
Lin Qingshan stroked his son's head, his voice filled with laughter.
"It means that if you want something, the most important thing is to rely on yourself, partly on your consistent hard work and partly on your own efforts to achieve it."
Goudan deeply agreed.
