Aunt Qi pursed her lips, feeling indifferent in her heart, thinking she must be a pampered young lady from her family throwing a tantrum. No one would coax her here.
Aunt Qi, a widow supporting herself, already had a fiery personality. After a day's hard work, to say something unpleasant, she didn't even have the energy to worry about her own child who was tied up for a day, let alone a stranger she didn't know.
Someone like Wen Shuangshuang was better. Although she couldn't compare to real farmers while working, at least she could endure hardships without complaining.
The way Wen Shuangshuang continued working without a word of complaint after getting blisters on her hands was something Aunt Qi admired.
Wen Shuangshuang was different from her. Growing up in the countryside, she was used to working from a young age. Although it was hard, she never experienced having blisters on her hands and still having to work through the pain.
