The old village chief nodded as he accepted the teacup, and looking at the finely crafted cup in his hands, he couldn't help but sigh deeply, "Boss, you've raised a good daughter. She cured your leg, built a new house, and even opened a shop."
When it came to his daughter, Lin Jiaxin also felt very content, nodding with a smile, "Indeed, Da Ya is clever. She's the backbone of this family. Otherwise, our whole family might have starved to death by now."
The old village chief believed these words; he had seen firsthand how poor Lin Yuan's family had been. It was precisely because of this that some things were embarrassing to say out loud. However, there were things he couldn't keep to himself.
Lin Jiaxin saw the difficulty on his face, and although he vaguely guessed what it might be, he still encouraged him to speak his mind.
