"Everything needs to be industrialized! I'm telling you, only handmade stuff is sought after nowadays."
As he left, Wu Ling sat there dumbfounded, asking:
"Why is he mad? What's the difference between manually or mechanically stirring cow dung? Could he actually like this job?!"
Song Tan was also solemn: "Lingling, no making fun of your brother! He's clearly loving whatever he's doing."
...
Meanwhile, Wu Lan was staring at a big basket of dried mushrooms, and couldn't help but exclaim: "What great stuff!"
"If we sell these, they'll fetch a decent price, right? Yunyun brought so much, it's really generous of her."
"It's fine." Song Tan seemed to understand: "She values her sister, and as long as Yun Duo can go to school, even ten more baskets won't dent her spirit."
Wu Lan, however, was worried: "I don't want it because we seldom eat such delicacies here; I don't even know how to cook them."
