But how could such a trifle ever baffle Feng Chunling?
Feng Chunling was incredibly thick-skinned; she didn't take Liu Ergou's words to heart at all. Instead, she began to justify herself.
"Er Gou, listen to yourself. Even though Auntie hasn't done farm work in years, my skills aren't rusty. I'm strong, a real good hand at it!"
As she said this, Feng Chunling deliberately patted her ample bosom, which rippled like turbulent waves.
The sight made Liu Ergou feel a wave of dizziness.
You had to admit, although Feng Chunling was a shrew, her figure was indeed quite substantial.
Resisting the temptation of the turbulent waves, Liu Ergou turned his gaze elsewhere.
"Auntie, don't get ahead of yourself. Nothing's set in stone yet. I haven't even leased the wasteland, so don't be so anxious!"
Hearing Liu Ergou say this, Feng Chunling calmed down.
That's right, the wasteland isn't leased yet. It's all still up in the air. What if the deal falls through?
