Angie recounted his dream in fits and starts, his little face flushed red, and he was so excited that he was gesturing wildly.
Yuan Doudou watched him enthusiastically talk about his dream and was really happy for him. How could there be such a cute creature in the world? Every move he made and every smile touched the old mother's heart.
"Mother, will you laugh at me?" Angie asked, not forgetting to get his mother's approval.
Yuan Doudou smiled and shook her head. "Anji, your mother will not only not laugh at you, but will also be proud of you. Your dream is a reflection of your heart. Perhaps you don't even know it yourself, but deep down you want to be a writer."
"A writer?" Angie was completely confused. He only wrote stories in his dreams and became a master storyteller. What did that have to do with being a writer?
Yuan Doudou replied with a smile, "People who write fairy tales can be called writers, and you will definitely be a great writer in the future."
Everyone needs to have dreams, otherwise what's the difference between them and a salted fish?
"A great writer?" Although Angie still didn't understand, a sense of pride welled up in his heart. If he really became a great writer, his mother would be very happy. Thinking of this, he secretly made up his mind to study hard, be down-to-earth, and become a great writer.
Yuan Doudou got up, made the bed, and took Anji to the greenhouse. They planted king oyster mushrooms yesterday, and she wondered how they were doing.
When they arrived at the greenhouse, Wang Qiqiang was already inside, weeding the strawberry patch.
"Brother Wang, what brings you here now?" During this time, the farmers are busy with plowing, watering, and transplanting rice seedlings, and everything else has to take a backseat.
Wang Qiqiang stood up, not daring to look Yuan Doudou in the eye. What his younger brother and sister had said today was indeed too much. He had wanted to force his younger brother and sister to apologize to Yuan Doudou, but the two of them had disappeared after eating and could not be found at all.
"DouDou, I came here to apologize on behalf of my younger brother and sister. They were wrong about what happened at noon. Please don't take their words to heart." Wang Qiqiang lowered his head and apologized sincerely.
Yuan Doudou found his cautious demeanor amusing. It wasn't a big deal; being the eldest brother was no easy task for him.
"Brother Wang, you're overthinking it. Actually, I don't care what they say at all." This was her honest opinion. People can say whatever they want; she had no energy to care about them.
Wang Qiqiang looked incredulous. "You really don't care?"
He used to think that Yuan Doudou was magnanimous, but today he realized that her magnanimity was extraordinary.
"Of course it's true, why would I be so polite with you?" Yuan Doudou wasn't angry because those two people were still children. How could she, a woman nearing thirty, hold a grudge against a little kid?
Wang Qiqiang didn't know what to do. Yuan Doudou didn't care, there must be another reason. Maybe she didn't care about him and his family at all, and nothing they said would hurt Yuan Doudou.
"Okay, it's good that you didn't take it to heart. In any case, they were in the wrong." Wang Qiqiang suddenly lost the will to stay and slowly walked towards the door.
Angie grabbed his hand and pleaded, "Uncle Wang, can you stay and play with me?"
Yuan Doudou went over, took Anji's arm, and persuaded, "Anji, Uncle Wang has a lot of things to do. Let him play with you when he has time, okay?"
Anji was somewhat reluctant, but he couldn't disobey his mother.
Wang Qiqiang couldn't bear it. "Dou Dou, how about I take him out to play for a while and bring him back later?"
Whenever he has free time, he takes Anji to catch insects in the mountains, and Anji always has a great time.
Anji looked at his mother, afraid that she would disagree.
Yuan Doudou realized that she had spent far too little time with Anji and was not a good father. Seeing the longing in his eyes, she had no courage to disagree.
"Okay, then I'll have to trouble you, Brother Wang." She felt she had already troubled others enough and really felt bad about it.
Wang Qiqiang waved his hand, "No trouble at all, I enjoy playing with Anji."
From the moment Anji was born, Wang Qiqiang had vowed in his heart to take good care of Anji as much as possible and make up for the absence of his father.
In the past few years, he worked away from home all year round and rarely took care of his own family, let alone settle down.
Now that he has time, he wants to spend more time with Anji and watch over him as he grows up safely.
Yuan Doudou watched their departing figures, feeling a pang of sadness. If An Rong were here, he would be the one holding Anji's hand. For a boy to grow up healthily, the role of his father is especially important.
An Rong, where are you?
The deepest longing in Yuan Doudou's heart was not her own consciousness, but the original owner's obsession. Even on her deathbed, she was thinking of An Rong, hoping that he could come back to see her one last time, take care of their child, and protect him as he grew up safely.
She shook her head, shaking off her distracting emotions, and began to carefully observe the cultivation of the king oyster mushrooms.
I'm so happy! Some of the straw clumps have already sprouted king oyster mushroom heads, round and plump, like little hats.
This mushroom has a texture similar to pork. When stir-fried, it is both delicious and satisfies the craving for meat, so I believe it will be even more popular.
Half of the oyster mushrooms have small flowers, which can be harvested after one night.
Yuan Doudou prepared some extra straw bags and placed them on another open space to plant more king oyster mushroom spawn.
After finishing with the mushrooms, she checked the strawberry field. The number of strawberries was several times more than the day before yesterday. It was the peak growing season for strawberries, and they could be picked in the next day or two. Last time she went to town, she only picked a little over ten pounds, and they were all sold out in less than half an hour.
This time she's going to take a lot to town, and even at ten coins a pound, she can make a good profit.
After tidying up the greenhouse and cleaning out the weeds, she carried a basket on her back and went up the mountain.
The bamboo shoots we dug last time weren't enough; we need to go and get some more.
She walked into the mountains, observing as she went, and finally found a place with a lot of bamboo shoots. She could see one every few steps, and they had all just sprouted that morning. She skillfully dug away the surrounding soil, saw the bamboo shoot roots, grasped them with both hands, applied even force, and with a sudden jerk, a whole bamboo shoot was pulled out.
As dusk fell, she carried a full basket of bamboo shoots back home, faintly hearing the meowing of a cat, its cries sounding pitiful.
Out of curiosity, Yuan Doudou picked up a branch and tentatively peered into the nearby bushes. Parting the bushes, she saw a snow-white cat with glass-like blue eyes, exuding an air of nobility.
"My goodness, there are even aristocratic cats on the mountain." It looks like a Persian cat, but unfortunately she doesn't keep cats and doesn't know much about them.
"Little kitty, don't be afraid, I'm a good person." Yuan Doudou bent over, trying to pick it up.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
