The monk bowed to the two of them again and then left. Xiao Yunying and Luo Sheng walked side by side towards the other courtyard.

She sensed something was wrong with Luo Sheng's mood and asked, "Why were you so assertive just now?"

"He almost hurt you. If those two kettles of hot water had been poured on you, would you still be alive?"

“He didn’t do it on purpose. Besides, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. I was only focused on the tray in my hand, so I can’t entirely blame him.”

Luo Sheng suddenly said somewhat awkwardly, "He also put his arm around your waist."

Xiao Yunying laughed: "Just because of that? Wasn't it because he instinctively reached out to help me steady myself? He quickly pulled back, didn't he? Please, he's a monk. You're jealous of a monk? Besides, don't you know how old he is? I don't want to find a father figure."

“He’s a man too…” Luo Sheng muttered softly, “What do you want to ask him?”

"Don't be so naive." Xiao Yunying took his hand that was hanging by his side and said, "What he said about that fortune slip was pretty accurate. I want to ask him again to see if he can really predict anything."

Luo Sheng was appeased by this one gesture, but unfortunately the handshake didn't last long, and he let go as soon as they entered the gate of the villa.

After everyone finished eating, drank some tea, and rested for a while, Chen Yuanyao impatiently urged everyone to go to the peach grove to admire the flowers.

Xiao Yunying immediately looked at Chen Yuancheng, who smiled and said, "You guys go ahead and have fun. I'm going to catch up with the host."

"Let's go then."

She let Chen Yuanyao pull her out of the courtyard and head towards the peach grove.

This sea of ​​flowers covers a vast area; large swathes of pink can be seen even from the temple, occupying half of the mountain.

Chen Yuanyao explained to them: "The peach grove here was there when the temple was built two hundred years ago, but there weren't so many back then. Most of them were peach trees, with a few apricot trees mixed in."

Later, thanks to the monks' meticulous care, the peaches grew exceptionally well, producing more peaches than we could eat each year. The monks would pick them and give them to people who came to offer incense and pray for blessings. Our family would receive several baskets every year. My grandmother loved them very much, saying that eating peaches from Liangshan Temple could prolong life.

Hearing this, Xiao Yunying's mind started to wander: "With so many peach trees, there must be a lot of fruit. Can you consume all the peaches every year? And what about those apricot trees? Is the fruit they bear delicious?"

Chen Yuanyao shook her head and said, "There aren't many monks at Liangshan Temple, so they can only take care of a limited number of peach trees. Most of the peach trees are left unpicked, and the fruit is rotting on the trees."

The apricot trees here are useless; they're only good for displaying flowers. The apricots they bear are terrible—sour and astringent, almost inedible. Ugh, just thinking about them makes my mouth water.

Xiao Yunying said, "My assorted fruits shop needs all kinds of fruits. Yuan Yao, do you think it would be feasible for me to discuss with the abbot of Liangshan Temple about buying peaches from here with money?"

“Sure.” Chen Yuanyao walked forward and picked a peach blossom that caught her eye, playing with it in her hand. She turned around and walked backward, saying, “These peach trees are all unclaimed anyway. The monks can only take care of this area nearby. Just let the abbot know, and we can pick them directly when the time comes.”

"Okay, I'll talk to the host about it when I have time."

She wouldn't come and get something for nothing. Whether out of politeness or to make herself feel better, she would give some money as a token of her gratitude.