Fan Xiuying was startled that they still farmed ginseng.
"Wow, you guys are really something. I originally thought that these young folks who moved to the city wouldn't know how to do any kind of work. I never expected you guys to actually achieve something."
The look of surprise on her mother's face immediately pleased Jiang Xiaoxiao. It was nice to be admired by her own mother. They could be seen as having accomplished something.
"Of course! You have no idea who we are. We're all quite amazing."
Fan Xiuying was rolling out dough with a rolling pin.
"Okay, you all are amazing, truly amazing! But let me help you with cooking instead. You handle the cooking in the kitchen, and I'll help you dig ginseng in the field. I just want to see how this ginseng is dug."
Jiang Xiaoxiao felt warmth in her heart. Her mom was always like this, saying things that didn't sound biased towards her, but in reality, she was worried about her suffering in the fields.
