While Ai Qingyan was utterly disgraced, Zi Xi was squatting by the vegetable patch in the backyard, carefully holding up a plump cherry tomato.
The bright red fruit rolled in her palm, its skin still glistening with morning dew, shimmering like a jewel in the sunlight.
"It's really ripe! And the growth time has been shortened so much! The nutrient soil I prepared really works!!"
"Grandpa! Grandma! Dad, Mom, and Brother, come and pick them!"
Her eyes sparkled as she turned and called into the house.
Before the words were even finished, the entire Luo family rushed out, fully armed.
Grandpa Luo, holding custom-made precision tweezers used in archaeology, declared that he would be the first person to harvest without damaging the fruit today.
Grandma Luo, carrying her designer bag, emptied her modified, gold-rimmed gardening basket, ready to enjoy the fun of picking fruit.
Luo Ming had more than a dozen harvesting tools hanging on his waist, ranging from military knives to laser shears, truly embodying the saying that "a poor student has too many stationery items."
Mrs. Luo even changed into a haute couture gardening outfit, but the skirt was so long that she looked like she was there to take a picture with the plants.
Luo Sheng even brought an iron basin and five storage rings on each hand, ready to eat and take as much as he could.
"etc!"
"Helan said that when things are ready, we must turn on video calls..."
Zi Xi suddenly remembered something, hurriedly opened her bracelet, asked if anyone was free, and only made the call after receiving an answer.
The holographic projection unfolded, and Helan Yuan's image appeared next to the vegetable garden.
He was wearing a black combat uniform and was clearly at work.
"It's okay, I'll be done soon. Let's begin."
His voice was deep, and he held a weapon, but his gaze swept over Zi Xi's mud-covered face, and the corners of his mouth lifted almost imperceptibly.
As soon as Grandpa Luo's archaeological tweezers touched the cherry tomato, with a "plop," cherry tomato juice splashed all over his face.
Luo Ming used a military knife to cut the cherry tomatoes, resulting in the entire cherry tomato plant being cut in half.
Madam Luo hadn't taken more than a few steps when her skirt ripped open with a tearing sound, as the branches and leaves of a plant blocking her path scraped a small gash.
He Lanyuan remained expressionless, the blue light from his bracelet flashing wildly as he used his personal computer to record the Luo family's actions and wrote several pages of a rescue guide for Little Tomato.
Fortunately, under Zi Xi's guidance, everyone gradually got into the swing of things and picked all the fruit from the backyard and put it into the space to keep it fresh.
After harvesting, Zi Xi looked down at the plants she had cultivated, then at the several bags of nutrient soil mixed by the robot piled up in the corner, lost in thought.
"Those old fogies at the research institute have been searching in outer space for over ten days in their spaceship, and they haven't even dug up a single leaf of an ancient Earth plant. Those old guys are already old, and the other day when we video chatted, their faces were so weathered, I couldn't even bear to look at them!"
"That's why I say... Xiufen, the two of us are the best together!"
Her grandfather's previous complaints to her grandmother echoed in her mind.
If she asked He Lanyuan to help her send it anonymously, would it be helpful for the research?
Zi Xi blinked, then suddenly jumped up and ran into the house, rummaging through drawers and cabinets until she found an inconspicuous metal shipping box.
"A little bit of soil..."
"Add a few more cherry tomatoes..."
She muttered to herself as she carefully scooped up little by little until the box was full.
She hesitated for a moment, then picked a few of the largest cherry tomatoes, wrapped them in a soft cloth, and stuffed them into the soil in the box.
Seeing this, Luo Sheng also came to help, taking out anti-tracking signal jammer and spraying it on the box.
Luo Ming even used a knife to age the box, making it look like an ancient relic.
A week later, the research team returned to the institute to rest after their fruitless mission. The director found it strange that the robot had placed an unsigned box on his desk.
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