"Mom, the formula was developed by Shuangshuang, as her father, I won't interfere, nor can I."
After Mu Dashan finished speaking, he glanced at Old Mrs. Mu.
"You never treated me like a son, only thought of me when there was work to do. Do you remember this scar on my face? It happened while plowing the field. Do you remember what you said back then?
[What does such a small wound count for? Seeing a doctor costs money, just smear some ash on it, it's not like you're a Golden Noble.] Do you know how much it hurt me? Not because you didn't get a doctor for me, but because your words felt like those of a stranger."
Old Mrs. Mu remembered the incident. It was during the busy double cropping season, and when Dashan was injured, she indeed said those words.
But so what?
He's her own child, born from her, so she can't say such things?
"Dashan, are you settling scores with me? Then calculate how much you've eaten and worn from me over these years?"
