"I won't lie to you." Li Muyang's attitude was gentle.

Lin Xiuli breathed a long sigh of relief and felt a stone suddenly fall to the ground.

"That's good. I thought you would be very angry and turn around and leave after I said such words."

"No, I will at least wait until you finish eating and pay for the mutton soup."

"Pfft, you're here again."

After Li Muyang made a small naughty remark, the short-term depressed atmosphere between the two of them was gone.

Lin Xiuli ate several mouthfuls of mutton dip and drank a mouthful of mutton soup.

"Li Muyang, besides farming, do you do anything else on weekdays?"

"I don't know what kind of thing you are referring to. Apart from farming, my greatest pleasure is playing with fruit trees. I like to watch the fruit trees I cultivate produce delicious and beautiful fruits, which gives me a sense of satisfaction."

"Oh."

Lin Xiuli smiled and did not continue talking.

But there was a slight hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Li Muyang naturally saw this kind of loss. He immediately knew what his wife was missing, so he added, "If it rains, I can't do anything outside, so I will read at home..."

"Really, can you really read?"

Li Muyang suppressed his embarrassment and said against his will: "Well, I also like reading, but my family was poor when I was a child. I haven't read for a few years, and I don't know a few Chinese characters. It seems very difficult."

When he said this, he smiled slightly and said, "I can't understand many books. If you don't know the words, you can use a dictionary to look them up. But if I still can't understand a few words together, then there's nothing I can do."

When Li Muyang was illiterate at first, it was a bit of an excuse, but later on, it became a real psychology.

In his previous life, he had experienced many embarrassments due to lack of culture.

For example, when I buy something, I can’t understand the instructions, and my children write letters, but there are not many circles of Chinese characters on the letter paper.

What's even more difficult is that he went to another place to take a train to see his children. When he arrived at the train station, he didn't know how to get on the train. He wanted to ask someone else, and he couldn't speak Mandarin.

I almost missed the train several times.

So when his children later wanted him to live elsewhere, he found it troublesome and even a little afraid.

Big cities are not like rural areas. The place is small and everything is very clear.

In a big city, without culture, it is sometimes difficult to move forward.
Chapter completed!