Lin Xian set down his chopsticks, leaned back in his chair, and fell silent.
The plate in front of him contained peanuts cooked with spicy gluten.
It's hard to imagine...
how a frail, impoverished rural woman who was bullied everywhere managed to collect discarded wasteland, accumulate little by little, and grow peanuts to raise Zhou Duanyun.
This story sounds even more tragic than scar literature.
But it was the truth.
The truth of a mother's steely tenacity.
"Later on, did he really win the lottery?" Lin Xian tentatively asked.
"Of course!"
Zhou Le replied without hesitation:
"He definitely won the lottery! Otherwise, how could he suddenly come up with so much money? You have no idea how rich Zhou Duanyun was during that time!"
"Did Zhou Duanyun himself admit it?" Lin Xian continued.
"He definitely wouldn't admit it, haha!" Zhou Le poured himself a full glass of wine, drained it in one gulp, and chuckled as he looked at Lin Xian:
