"I bought them from a flower farmer; he grows a lot of different flowers," Manbao was tending to narcissus plants and hummed, "He wanted to trade chrysanthemums for my narcissus, but I didn't want to trade."
Mr. Zhuang looked at the exquisite and beautiful chrysanthemums on the ground and then turned his head to glance at the few plants that looked like garlic in Manbao's cracked and broken flowerpot...
Mr. Zhuang: ...
He couldn't help shaking his head, turned, and walked back to his study with his hands behind his back, feeling increasingly perplexed by the people of today.
Manbao arranged the pots of chrysanthemums under the eaves to avoid the harsh sunlight and watered them daily as instructed by the seller, allowing them to adapt exceptionally well to their new environment.
Manbao was quite pleased with this.
