Zhao Dimei hadn't finished speaking. She took Nian Shutong's hand and said, "Not only are we self-sufficient, but in a while, we'll have a surplus of seeds that we can sell."
"Sister-in-law wants to ask you, if we really have extra seeds, should we sell them? These seeds can be kept for future planting."
Nian Shutong understood Zhao Dimei's words, but she felt more clearly.
Zhao Dimei's palm and fingertips had deep lines, some even cracked open.
She lifted Zhao Dimei's hands, the medicinal power in her palm flowed, smoothing over the roughness, as the grooves slowly healed, and the skin improved.
"Thank you, Sister-in-law. Regarding the seeds, we will sell them."
"I'm not afraid of others keeping seeds and planting them. If a few among them are like you, it would be a blessing for all interstellar."
"Just like you are my blessing."
Big tears dropped from Zhao Dimei's eyes onto both of their hands.
"You speak so sincerely, you make me feel embarrassed."
