Lan Hua grimaced disgustedly, slapping Lin Yuan on the shoulder, "Just focus on making your tofu! Don't be disgusting, talking about chicken and chicken butts!"
Though she spoke harshly, hearing Lin Yuan's words that indicated she had given up on certain aspirations, Lan Hua felt considerably relieved. Village girls like them were destined to marry farmers from the beginning; did you think everyone was like Lin Siyu, who could rely on a pretty face to marry well? For ordinary women like them, the best outcome was to marry a merchant and not have to toil in the fields for food! Dreaming of becoming an official wife? Better wake up and stop dreaming.
