Chapter 43 Is Nian Nian lucky or gifted?
Shi Jianfeng immediately placed the two people's kettles on the nearest shelf, freeing his hands to place the Phalaenopsis on the third layer of the white flower stand that caught his eye as soon as he entered the door.
This place was chosen not because it is the most eye-catching location, but because the third layer is exactly level with Nian Nian's chest, making it convenient for the little guy to touch or even hug the flower pot at any time.
"What does Nian Nian think?" Shi Jianfeng asked him with his head tilted, very democratic, respecting the one-year-old baby's opinion.
"Well, okay. Nian Nian agrees." The little guy said shockingly, "Nian Nian, you have no right to speak."
Nian Nian was obviously deeply influenced by two people in her family in answering this type of questions.
It was probably because he often saw Shi Lihan and Shi Linzhuo talking. Shi Lihan was the kind of parent who paved the way for his children's growth. Paving the way inevitably involved interfering with their developmental path. So, he often told Shi Linzhuo what he should do to prepare for the next step.
Naturally, in order to show his open-mindedness and understanding, Shi Lihan would pretend to ask Shi Linzhuo if he had any objections to his plan, and said that he could raise them.
As a son, Shi Linzhuo was well aware of his father's virtues. He often ended conversations with this sentence: "What objection can I have? Do I have the right to speak?"
Fortunately, because he really had no objections, there had never been a quarrel between father and son. After all, Shi Lihan's plan was the most suitable for Shi Linzhuo.
The conversation was originally quite normal, but who knew Nian Nian would pick it up? Hearing these words from a one-year-old was still a little frightening.
He didn't even have a chance to speak, and sounded like he was being abused.
"... Stop imitating your brother's way of talking." Shi Jianfeng's mouth twitched. "You still have a say in our family."
"Wow." Nian Nian was surprised, "Brother doesn't have it, but Nian Nian does."
Shi Jianfeng: "..." What's this kid so surprised about? A sixty-year-old's coffin brain can't understand a one-year-old's newborn brain.
Shi Linzhuo, a poor 15-year-old junior high school student who was not present, was caught in the crossfire.
There were still a lot of flowers left in the greenhouse that hadn't been watered. Shi Jianfeng asked Nian Nian to follow him closely, but not too far away, while he picked up the kettle again and began watering them leisurely.
Although Shi Jianfeng takes good care of this greenhouse on weekdays, he does not do everything by himself. He is even unwilling to let others do things like watering the flowers.
Generally speaking, when Shi Jianfeng did not take the initiative to water the flowers, the Shi family's gardeners would take turns on duty in the greenhouse to carry out daily maintenance of the green plants and flowers.
In special circumstances, like now, Shi Jianfeng would water all the flowers in the greenhouse by himself as a way to relax his body.
The greenhouse returned to silence. Aside from Shi Jianfeng's occasional humming of operatic lines and the dripping of water from the watering can onto the petals, the only sounds were Nian Nian's slightly clumsy footsteps and the sound of her breathing.
The inhalation was gentle, but rapid and frequent. Shi Jianfeng turned his head and saw Nian Nian flying around like a diligent little bee collecting nectar, fluttering from one pot of flowers to another.
He carefully sniffed the fragrance of each pot of flowers. The movement of his nose twitching as he sniffed made people imagine a puppy out for fun getting familiar with its new environment.
So cute.
Shi Jianfeng felt happier. He turned around, moved the watering can away, and aimed it at the next pot of green plants.
Outside, the dazzling sun, holding on to its afterglow, slowly sank to the west, and large patches of deep blue covered the endless sky like spilled ink.
The earth, scorched all day, finally got a break, and the frighteningly high temperature dropped. After Shi Jianfeng finished watering all the flowers, he pulled Nian Nian out of the greenhouse. The two of them walked towards the living room of the main villa under the setting sun.
"Warm water, drink some." Shi Jianfeng fed the cup of water to Nian Nian's mouth.
With his little hands holding the bottom of the cup, Nian Nian buried half of his face in the cup's rim. One could only tell that he was absorbing the liquid from his constantly swollen snow-white cheeks.
"Wow, I'm so thirsty." Shi Jianfeng raised his eyebrows.
As soon as she finished speaking, Nian Nian's face turned away and she moved away from the cup.
Shi Jianfeng asked, "Have you finished drinking? Are you still thirsty?"
"I'm not thirsty anymore." He patted his stomach. "Nian Nian, fill up some water. It's ready."
"Okay. Then Nian Nian, sit next to grandpa and rest for a while." Shi Jianfeng instructed him, picked up a cup of hot water without the thick layer of tea leaves, and drank it slowly.
“Beep…beep…”
The phone in his trouser pocket rang several times. Shi Jianfeng put down his teacup, took out his phone, glanced at his contacts, and answered. "Old Jiang, what's up?"
"It's okay, it's okay. I'm fine."
Shi Jianfeng was speechless: "Are you calling to talk nonsense?"
"Of course not!" The person on the other end of the phone said in a high-spirited tone, "It's like this, I have a pot of crabapple flowers. Do you remember it?"
"Ah, that pot." Shi Jianfeng understood. "I remember you treasured it very much. How come it died?"
"Go to hell! Even if all your flowers died, my crabapples wouldn't." Jiang Shengjun calmed down after cursing and started laughing again. He seemed to be in a pretty good mood. "To be honest, it's all thanks to Nian Nian."
Shi Jianfeng subconsciously glanced at Nian Nian, who was sitting obediently beside him, and asked curiously, "Oh? How is it so difficult? Tell me."
"Oh, I know it's just a coincidence, but I'm just happy and wanted to call you to tell you. My crabapple flower has been a little wilted a while ago. It's not a big deal, but for some reason, I tried many methods, but none of them worked. The flower has wilted even more. I was worried it would die, so I left it alone for two or three days."
"Guess what? Yesterday I saw it, and it's growing just fine after being moved! It's not even wilting anymore. Duan told me that it was watered when Nian Nian came to visit last time, and it was Nian Nian who asked to move it. It's really strange that a child's casual fiddling with it can produce better results than my meticulous care. After all, when it comes to growing flowers, you should let nature take its course..."
Shi Jianfeng was stunned by what he heard, his mind instantly reminiscent of the potted Phalaenopsis orchid in the greenhouse, whose story was so similar to Haitang's. He stood up and walked over to the pot of weeping jasmine, which sat in the corner of the wooden table under the TV. He touched the petals, leaves, and stems of the weeping jasmine, observing their condition. He didn't reply for a long moment.
Sometimes Jianfeng prepares a small kettle for Nian Nian in the living room. Nian Nian and Yuan Yuan would occasionally play with the kettle and water the potted plants in the villa, so this pot of weeping jasmine could be considered as Nian Nian's responsibility.
Coincidentally, the weeping jasmine is also growing well.
Shi Jianfeng didn't know what to say. Could it be that Nian Nian was a flower deity in her previous life?
"Hello? Hello? Where are you, Lao Shi? Answer me!" Jiang Shengjun glanced at the call interface on his phone in confusion. He hadn't hung up.
"I'm listening." Shi Jianfeng's voice was calm. He jokingly said, "My Nian Nian can do anything. Growing flowers is a piece of cake for her!"
Nian Nian, who had been following behind him for some time, hunched over and looked up at Shi Jianfeng foolishly: "Grandpa, have you eaten yet? Cai Cai, where is she?"
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