D*mn It, Who Wants To Be With A Love Rival?

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Winter turns to spring, year after year.

It’s tea picking season again.

It was only around four o'clock in the afternoon, and the smell of food was already wafting from the small courtyard.

Ji Congzhe watched his son eating on the chair. He chewed a mouthful for a long time, chewed it into a mouthful of dregs and then spit it out. Not only did his eyes and bones hurt with anger, but his spleen, stomach, heart and liver were also throbbing.

In rural areas, there are elderly people living in their homes, and they want to feed their children until they are four or five years old, but Ji Congzhe and Lin Zhen let Xigua learn to eat on his own early on.

Firstly, there is no need for boys to be pampered, and secondly, young couples really don’t have the patience. It was said that Lin Zhen could barely feed him a few mouthfuls from time to time, but with Ji Congzhe, that was impossible.

Watermelon ate so much snow-white rice grains all over his face that he didn't hold the spoon and insisted on grabbing it with his hands. When Ji Congzhe saw it, he hit the back of his hand twice.

"Lin Heng, what's wrong with you!? You eat with your hands? Are you reincarnated as an Indian?"

"Dad, eggs." Xigua grabbed the spoon and raised his hand.

He has his own small table and chairs. Every time he eats, the young couple puts the food into his plastic rice bowl and brings it to his small dining table.

Ji Congzhe gave him scrambled eggs and urged, "Eat quickly, I'll be busy later!"

Today's dinner was just the father and son at home, while Lin Zhen was busy working in the factory in the town.

After the new house was built, Lin Zhen devoted himself to researching the tea frying machine. He traveled all over the county and even the province. It took him two years to develop the tea frying machine. After building ten machines, he was no longer satisfied. Yu only accepts tea from high mountain villages.

They made a lot of money from tea in the past two years. After working together with Yan Cen, the young couple rented two warehouses as factories in Shuangcai Town and almost monopolized the tea business in Shuangcai Town.

In addition to collecting tea and frying it, Lin Zhen felt that instead of supplying tea to the county factory, it would be better to produce and sell it himself and build a tea brand.

That year, he registered a trademark and applied for a business license, and both his legs were out of control.

Yu Hai and the previous group of tea collectors no longer went to and from the tea factory in the county. They simply started business in the couple's factory, bringing the "Gaoshan Longjing" brand out of villages, towns, counties and even further places.

It was now 4:40 in the afternoon. Ji Congzhe saw his son struggling to eat and felt that his heart was not feeling well.

Someone shouted outside the courtyard door, "Lin Zhen's wife! Aren't you going to collect tea today!? There's a long queue at the entrance of the village!"

"Hey, it's coming, come right away! Ask them to wait for me a little longer!" Ji Congzhe ran out of time.

He quickly finished the rice in his bowl, then went upstairs to get a fanny pack and tied it to his waist. Almost all businessmen here use fanny packs. They are small and exquisite and can be tied to the waist for easy collection.

After taking the tea tray and the scale, he saw that the watermelon was still holding the spoon and stuffing it into his mouth. A lump fell out after one mouthful. He shouted anxiously, "Little ancestor!"