I Treat You as My Sister, But You Want to be My Wife?!

"Then, give the tea house workers a goal, like if they make a certain amount of money, they can build a new house for them or give them some shares."

"That’s right, the leader’s got a point. The money earned by hard work feels more secure when spent."

Shen Dong got annoyed when he heard the accountant speak like that and said bluntly, "Always mentioning the leader; if you’re going to just say who it is and what the orders were, why beat around the bush and keep people in suspense?"

Just then, Chen Yuyan’s mom came out of the kitchen with a basket of rice, her voice as loud as anyone’s in the village, "This child, one day you will have to call him dad. You can’t talk like that, no respect for elders."

Though her words were scolding, Chen Yuyan’s mom’s face was filled with joy.

The accountant then raised his neck and said to Shen Dong with pride, "Did you hear that? You’ll have to call me dad!"

Chen Yuyan’s mom shifted topics so drastically, somehow landing on this topic out of the blue.

Shen Dong felt a little embarrassed; he sneaked a glance at Chen Yuyan, just as she came over.

The girl didn’t show any shyness and diligently served rice to the family, teasingly complaining, "Mom, why use such a thing for the rice, how do you clean it?"

Chen Yuyan’s mom sat beside Shen Dong, her eyes narrowed into slits as she smiled, "What do you know, let your son-in-law say, it’s fashionable, isn’t it?"

"Fashionable, very fashionable." Shen Dong felt somewhat overwhelmed and at a loss.