Huang Dawei looked at his shrewd little cousin and grinned, nodding, "Cousin, you really think of everything. Ten million is enough to buy a whole chicken farm. We could eat chicken feasts every day and still get by just fine."
Huang Xiaomei merely smiled, but in her heart was full of contempt. She thought, a country bumpkin is always a country bumpkin—got some money and still just dreaming about eating chicken.
The two drove and stopped on a hill in South Mountain. This was where Huang Xiaomei usually cultivated. Thanks to the benefits she got from humans, the road here was smooth and flat.
In front of the cave, wildflowers were everywhere, bamboo groves surrounded them, a brook babbled through—it was quiet and natural.
In the winter, you could still see green here; it truly was something magical.
Huang Dawei was desperate with impatience—before they even entered the cave, he pinned Huang Xiaomei to the grass and started in on her.
