Upon Mrs. Yun's praise of Wei Ruo, Wei Qingwan's fists clenched involuntarily.
Now it seems that both her father and mother think her sister is better than she is.
Taking Mrs. Yun's words, Wei Qingwan said casually, "Yes, it would have been better if my sister had told us sooner."
At these words, Mrs. Yun's expression faltered slightly.
She didn't know about her eldest daughter's superior rice seeds, but her eldest daughter should have known.
However, this thought only lingered in Mrs. Yun's mind for a moment. She quickly remembered that when they had brought their eldest daughter home, they had already begun planting the early rice seedlings.
"We can't blame Ruoruo for this, I remember when she came back, we had already started planting the seedlings in the field. If she had suggested changing the rice variety then, I probably wouldn't have believed her right away," Mrs. Yun said.
