He wanted to say that he was the one who took care of the flowers and plants in the welfare home before.

Jing Li actually didn't learn these things specifically, but he seemed to have a talent for taking care of flowers and plants. No matter whether it was an unknown species of flower or a dying plant, as long as it was in his hands, he could find a piece of land to plant it and it would survive and bloom beautifully.

But he couldn't tell Qin Zhao this.

Jing Li was a little annoyed that he had said the wrong thing again. He concentrated on eating noodles and didn't dare to continue.

Qin Zhao glanced at him indifferently, hiding the smile in his eyes.

The little guy almost let the cat out of the bag again. He really can't keep any secrets.

Qin Zhao was almost certain that Xiaoyu must have lived as a human for a period of time before coming to his house.

However, what he was doing during that time, why he refused to speak out, and why he ended up here are all still secrets.

Qin Zhao was not in a hurry.

With Jing Li's confused nature that can't hide anything, he will tell everything in a few days.

After lunch, the two took a short rest and then continued to plant flowers in the yard.

Jing Li was soon surprised to find that Qin Zhao didn't know how to grow flowers.

"...No, we need to dig deeper. Wait, the spacing you left is too small, the flower roots won't grow well."

It was rare to find something that he could do but Qin Zhao couldn't, so Jing Li simply stopped working, put down the hoe and concentrated on directing Qin Zhao to dig the soil.

But his sense of superiority did not last long.

Qin Zhao's learning ability was astonishing. Not only did he become more and more proficient, but in the end, he even dug faster than Jing Li.

Jing Li was aroused by him with a rare competitive spirit. The two of them secretly competed with each other and quickly dug up the land in the entire yard, scattered flower seeds, and covered it with soil.

"...Just water them every two or three days, just like growing vegetables. Then just wait for them to sprout. Once they sprout, you can see if you need to prune or transplant them."

Jing Li walked back and forth in the soil, watering the flower seeds and telling Qin Zhao how to take care of them in the future.

After not hearing a response for a long time, Jing Li turned around and saw Qin Zhao leaning on a bamboo chair with his eyes closed.

This sickly guy pushed himself to his limit today and worked for almost two hours. No wonder he's almost dying.

Jing Li smiled secretly, watered the flower field, washed his hands, and walked quietly to Qin Zhao.

Qin Zhao's breathing was steady, as if he had fallen asleep. He didn't look like he had just finished farm work. He was clean except for a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Jing Li wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

Afraid that his wound would be infected by the dirt, Qin Zhao re-bandaged it. The gauze was wrapped around his palm snugly without affecting his movement.

Qin Zhao didn't sleep very soundly, his brows were tightly furrowed, his lips were pressed into a line, and his face was a little pale.

With this body, she still wants to find a husband.

It would be better to find someone to love him.

Jing Li thought so in his heart and couldn't help but smile.

The hand he used to wipe the other person's forehead slowly moved down, across the high bridge of the nose, and to the corner of the lips.