"Mother, aren't you just flattering me?" Xu Qinglin was surprised and flattered by the praise.
You should know, from childhood to adulthood, no matter how obedient and diligent he was, he could never elicit a word of praise, but now his mother was telling him that a good harvest was also a scholar, and he had that capability!
"What's there to flatter about this? But whether you can become a champion in farming still depends on you. If you just daydream without taking any practical actions...To put it bluntly, even if pies fall from the sky, they wouldn't fall for you."
"I understand what you mean, Mother. I will definitely take good care of these potatoes."
A child starved of affection is so easily motivated.
"If you don't understand something, you must ask me immediately. Don't make decisions on your own, or you will waste these potato seeds. It took me a long time to find so few."
"Mother, rest assured, I will be careful."
