Song Yun and the old man agreed on this matter and without even waiting for one night, they immediately went to Teacher Xu's house.

The old man had a good relationship with Master Xu, so he didn't bother with any formalities and just asked directly.

When Teacher Xu heard that the two of them came in a hurry to learn cuttings, he did not hide anything and told them all the cuttings methods he had learned when he was a child. He also brought two pots of roses from the backyard, cut off a branch with a pair of scissors, and taught them on the spot until both of them learned it well.

Finally, Teacher Xu said, "The cutting method is very simple, but the difficult part is whether you can make the branches grow roots. It's not something you can just do by randomly inserting them. The choice of cutting soil, its fertility, moisture content, and temperature will all affect the results of the cuttings. You need to observe carefully during the operation and make adjustments at any time if there are any problems. Don't just cut a branch and stick it in the soil without doing anything. You will most likely not succeed."

The saying "A tree may not bloom even if you try hard, but a willow tree planted accidentally may grow into a shade" does not apply to all plants. Some plants need careful care to survive.

Song Yun and Gu Laotou learned a lot from the lesson and expressed their sincere gratitude.

Teacher Xu joked, "I've been talking till my mouth is dry, and you guys just say thank you and call it a day?"

Song Yun laughed heartily. "Tomorrow, I'm going to make mung bean cakes. I learned this from my grandmother. She said it's a recipe that came from the palace years ago. If I make it tomorrow, I'll send it to you to try."

Teacher Xu smiled happily: "That's right, I like eating mung bean cakes the most."

The old man rolled his eyes at Master Xu and said, "What do you mean? I came to you to ask for advice on a question, but you're asking a junior for help. Shame on you."

Teacher Xu ignored the old man and said to Song Yun, "A few days ago, my wife's relatives came over and brought some refined flour. We don't know how to make noodles very well, so you can take it back and make steamed buns and rolls someday, and just give me two."

Cai Chaoying, who was reading the lesson plan, curled her lips secretly, thinking to herself, "It's obvious that you, a greedy old man, bought the flour yourself just to eat the steamed buns and steamed buns made by Song Yun, and you even said that they were sent by her relatives from her mother's side. How mean."

Commander Xu brought flour in a cloth bag, about five pounds in weight, which was enough to make a lot of pasta.

Song Yun took the flour without hesitation and said goodbye to Cai Chaoying, Xu Shuhua and Xingbao, "Xingbao, auntie will make you something to eat someday." Xingbao was getting more and more adorable. She wanted to hug him and give him a few kisses, but she held back because she had been on the train today and hadn't taken a shower or changed clothes yet.

After returning home, Song Yun and Gu Laotou spent a long time studying the ice bamboo. They selected two twigs with buds, carefully cut them off with scissors, trimmed the cross-sections according to the method taught by Teacher Xu, and inserted them into a bowl filled with moist soil for cultivation.

After the old man came to an end, Song Yun quietly added a little diluted nutrient solution to the cultivation soil, hoping that it would take root and sprout quickly.

The next morning, Song Yun didn't even have time to brush her teeth before she went to check on the grafted ice bamboo branches. She was shocked by what she saw.

She hoped it would sprout sooner, but she didn't expect it to sprout so quickly. It sprouted too quickly, and the roots had grown out of the bowl.

While the old man was not around yet, she quickly transplanted the two ice bamboo shoots to the corner of the backyard, covered them with something, and then cut two branches and inserted them into the bowl.

When the old man came to have breakfast, he actually took a look, but seeing that there was nothing different, he didn't look closely.

Song Yun was also doing an experiment to see if she could successfully cultivate ice bamboo seedlings with different nutrient solutions.

Song Yun had only one day left of her vacation. Since she didn't have to go to training today, Song Yun went home to make dough for steamed buns and rolls, while Ziyi went out to play with his friends.

After kneading the dough and letting it rise, she glanced at the salt jar, oil jar and soy sauce bottle. There wasn't much left in them. She remembered that when she left half a month ago, there was still quite a bit of salt in the salt jar, and there was also quite a bit of soy sauce and lard. It had only been a short time, and they were all gone. She didn't know what was wrong with this Wang Yulan.