It's not that Lin Wan'er's mother looks down on Lin Zhenghui.
It seems the whole village looks down on him.
They can't see that his chicken farm startup is riskier than any kind of breeding business.
Just like pig farming, if African swine fever strikes, they're all doomed.
"Waner, it's not that Mom really wants to criticize you, but you should decrease your contact with poor friends in the future," Lin Wan'er's mother said to Waner, who was getting dressed upstairs.
"Mom, can you not be so opportunistic? Haven't you heard the saying, 'Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, do not despise the poor youth'?"
Lin Wan'er, holding a wet tissue, wiped her peach-colored lips that Lin Zhenghui had playfully tousled and then put her panties back on.
For some reason, she believed that Lin Zhenghui could create a career for himself, and that the ecological chicken farm was just the beginning.
Don't ask why—it's a woman's sixth sense!
