"Mommy, I want to raise a little pig." The little girl was still chattering away.

Su Jiaoniang looked up, her gaze sweeping over the little Buddha.

The cold-hearted little boy stared at the little girl with a complicated expression, his gaze slowly shifting from strange to doting: "Mother, if you like the little girl, then raise her."

"We'll talk about it later." The two blood-related children pulled her and said they wanted to raise pigs. Su Jiaoniang felt dizzy and her soul almost floated away.

The composure she had cultivated in her past life allowed her to suppress her thoughts; raising pigs was not an option.

At least for now, we can't raise them.

She's an adult raising three kids on her own, which takes a lot of care, and she can't stop running her business. If she were to get a piglet, she wouldn't be able to rest all day long.

Su Jiaoniang shook her head indifferently.

The little girl lowered her head and started picking at her nails, her pink and tender little mouth muttering, "If we don't raise pigs, there will be too much poop in the house."

"..." Su Jiaoniang didn't really want her ears anymore.

The son needs a qualified tutor, and it seems the daughter needs one too.

Children often say cute things when they are young, but they will grow up eventually. If they continue to act cute, it may not be well accepted by others.

In later generations, people can have all kinds of personalities, and rich souls make up a rich world.

However, in this era, if a person is too unconventional and lacks a strong heart, they will be abandoned by the world and eventually by themselves.

Su Jiaoniang beckoned to the little girl: "What are your dreams, little girl?"

"Eat meat," the little girl said sweetly.

Su Jiaoniang couldn't help but chuckle at the simple dreams: "Besides eating meat, becoming a high-ranking official, making a lot of money, and pursuing scholarship, painting, dancing, and music?"

"I want to cook, to cook the most delicious food." Xiao Ya was overwhelmed by Su Jiao Niang's long list of choices. Her gaze fell on the kitchen, and she stated her biggest dream at this stage.

Okay, I'll be a cook too.

Su Jiaoniang's gaze fell on Lu Futu: "And you?"

Lu Futu frowned. What are you doing?

He wants to be the best.

Who is the most powerful?

Thinking of that feared figure in his dream, he said, "To be the factory supervisor!"