Because Shen Xiuzhen was so close, Wu Xiaoshan could even make out the fine hairs on her face. For a moment, he felt dry-mouthed and short of breath.
Nevertheless, he eventually managed to restrain himself and said with a bitter smile, "Auntie, please stop teasing me."
"No ambition at all."
Seeing Wu Xiaoshan rejecting her time and again, Shen Xiuzhen couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed. She glared at him before returning to the computer.
Wu Xiaoshan didn't dare talk back; he just picked up his bowl and chopsticks and continued to wolf down his food.
No sooner had he finished eating and drinking his fill than he heard Shen Xiuzhen speak earnestly, "Xiaoshan, from what I've observed these past few days, you're really suited to running a feed factory. The first thing you need to do is buy a few feed machines and turn those rotten vegetable leaves in the fields into feed."
