"I got up a little earlier than you."
"Jiang Yiyu, seriously, if we can't make it in the future, let's just set up a stall under the overpass and sell breakfast! With your cooking skills, I'm telling you, and I'm not exaggerating at all, within five years, no, three years! We'll definitely be able to open a chain store and become big bosses!"
"That's fine, start from scratch and become the first generation of rich people!"
After saying that, they both laughed.
After dinner, Jiang Yiyu pulled Song Shengsheng to sleep for a while. In the afternoon, the two drove to Mingyuan.
The construction progress of Mingyuan was very fast. In a short period of time, the design drawings that Song Shengsheng had discussed with the designer had basically been finalized.
She took Jiang Yiyu for a leisurely walk around the garden. When they reached the back garden, she pointed to a small piece of open space surrounded by a low bamboo fence and said to Jiang Yiyu, "This will be your future vegetable garden! When the time comes, you can plant whatever you want. When the harvest comes, we will eat the vegetables you plant every day."
Jiang Yiyu let go of her hand, stepped over the bamboo fence, walked into the vegetable garden, squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil, and twisted it in his hand: "This soil is not good. I have to buy some good soil when I want to grow vegetables later."
"It just so happens that in a few days, the designer and I have an appointment to go to the flower market together to place some orders in advance for the flowers and plants to be planted in Ming Garden. If you want to buy anything, you can tell me and I'll buy it for you."
"In a few days, which day?"
Song Shengsheng thought for a moment: "Next Wednesday, Thursday? The designer has meetings on Monday and Tuesday, so he doesn't have time. We have to go back to my parents' house on Friday, so we don't have time either. So Wednesday and Thursday are the only options. What do you think? Come with me?"
"Not impossible. I'll confirm next week's schedule with Xiao Chen tonight. If you're free, I'll go with you. To be honest, I haven't been to a flower market in years."
"Me too. In the past, this kind of work was done by housekeepers and gardeners. My parents always decided what flowers to buy and what kind to buy. This is the first time I've arranged such a large garden by myself. It's so new!"
Jiang Yiyu stood up, patted the dirt off his hands, and said with a smile: "Because this is our home."
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