People often say that spoiling a child is like harming them, but this principle hasn't spread in such a remote village.
Especially since Mrs. Lai Sr. now has only one son left, she spoils him as if she wants to keep him tied to her waist at all times.
Other families see this and curl their lips in disdain, yet don't think there's anything wrong with it.
There's no choice, as the boy is the root of the family; he is expected to carry on the family line and is the main labor force.
But like Er Laizi, he couldn't get a wife, and his work ethic wasn't even up to the level of a young girl.
Truly looked down upon by others.
"Erzi, hurry up and drink the porridge; I've added oil, so it's fragrant!"
Mrs. Lai Sr. urges her son fondly to drink the porridge.
Er Laizi waves his hand: "Mom, I'm not hungry yet, you eat first! I'll go for a walk."
The amount of food at home is clear to Er Laizi, as he brought it out himself, so he knows it all too well.
