The old man looked embarrassed.
The short and fat man became even more proud when he heard the discussions.
"Confucius said, 'To know what you know and to know what you don't know is true knowledge.'" The middle-aged man with a 3:7 side-parted hairstyle raised his chin slightly.
The crowd who were watching the fun looked at the old man with a bit of contempt.
"You are so old, and you still talk nonsense..."
“You’re quite good at pretending!”
"Looking so gentle..."
The old man was very embarrassed.
Shen Zhihuan spoke calmly, "That peony is called Jingui Piaoxiang, also known as Sanduihuang. It has a tall, upright plant shape, thin and hard branches, long pedicels, and upright or sideways flowers. The flowers are light yellow, and they are crown-shaped like Yaohuang, but Jingui Piaoxiang is easier to grow than Yaohuang."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes were immediately focused on Shen Zhihuan.
Just based on the words that came out of her mouth, people believed it about 50% to 60%.
Looking at her calm face, the five or six points of trust immediately rose to seven or eight points.
"You called it Fragrant Golden Osmanthus, so it is called Fragrant Golden Osmanthus. I also said it was Yaohuang!" The short and fat middle-aged man frowned and looked displeased.
"When the Golden Osmanthus is in full bloom, it is very similar to the Yao Huang, but there are no stamens on its petals, while the real Yao Huang has stamens on its petals, and they are layered when in full bloom. Moreover, the fragrance of the Golden Osmanthus and Yao Huang is also different." Shen Zhihuan was not angry.
"If you put the two varieties separately, you may not be able to tell the difference in their aromas, but if you put them together, it's easy to tell the difference between their aromas."
After hearing what Shen Zhihuan said, everyone standing next to the peony with the fragrance of golden osmanthus turned their heads to look.
"You can't even see the stamens on the petals of this peony..." someone exclaimed.
"If the little girl hadn't said it, we wouldn't have noticed that the color of this fragrant golden osmanthus is really similar to Yao Huang!"
"Everyone only knows that Yao Huang is light yellow, but who knew that Jingui Piaoxiang is also this color."
"The little girl is young, but she knows a lot."
…
The two short and fat men looked embarrassed by the whispers of the crowd.
The contemptuous looks that people cast at them from time to time made the two of them feel uneasy.
Especially the sentence, "The little girl is young, but she knows a lot." It was like a loud slap in their faces.
It made their faces burn.
Shen Zhihuan had no interest in being a conspicuous bag here, so she gently shook the man's arm.
The man understood immediately and took his young wife away.
"Little girl, wait a minute." The old man hurriedly squeezed in front of Shen Zhihuan and Su Ziyu.
Shen Zhihuan said nothing, but looked at the old man silently, as if he was listening attentively.
When the onlookers saw the old man stopping Shen Zhihuan and the other person, they all looked over curiously.
"Little girl, I see you know a lot about peonies!" The old man smiled with wrinkles on his face.
"I understand a little." Shen Zhihuan curled his lips politely.
There is also a peony garden in the resort, and when she was a child, she liked to go there to catch butterflies when she had nothing to do.
Over time, she memorized the names of those peonies.
"Then can you help me introduce these peonies?" The old man's smile became even brighter.
"I'm busy! I want to go home for dinner." Shen Zhihuan refused in a second and pulled Su Ziyu away.
What a joke, she is here to enjoy the flowers, not to be a tour guide.
"I just want to know the names of those peonies." The old man frowned, looking miserable and resentful.
Shen Zhihuan really wanted to roll his eyes.
But seeing how old the old man was, she finally suppressed the impulse.
Shen Zhihuan pointed to the pink and purple peony beside him and said, "This is called Drunken Yang Fei."
Shen Zhihuan pointed to the purple-red peony not far away and said, "That's Wei Zi."
"That's called upstairs."
"That's called the purple and red competition."
“That’s called Luoyang Red.”
"That's called Guan Qunfang."
"That's called Jade Face Peach Blossom."
"That's called Yulouchun."
…
Shen Zhihuan spoke a long string of words without caring whether the others understood or remembered them. As soon as he finished the introduction, he pulled the man and ran away.
The little old man and the people who were listening attentively heard a lot, but they didn't remember much.
It completely goes in one ear and out the other.
In their perception, peony is just peony, there are no so many messy names.
Especially that drunk Yang Fei...
Why not do the same thing as Wu Song fighting the tiger, Wang Po selling melons, or the blind man touching the elephant. . "Wife, is there anything else you don't know?" Su Ziyu couldn't help but sigh.
The more Su Ziyu got to know his young wife, the more surprised he was.
There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!
Surprised at his young wife's decathlon.
Musical instruments, foreign languages, writing, cooking...
It seems like there is nothing she can't do.
"Yes." Shen Zhihuan held the man's hand tightly.
She didn't know how to control her madly growing love brain.
She was really afraid that one day she would become like Liu Chunhua.
My heart and eyes are filled with only men.
It’s scary just to think about it! “What?” The man’s hand became a little stronger.
"I don't know how to refuse you." Shen Zhihuan leaned closer to the man and lowered his voice.
"You don't have to do this." The man's thin lips curled up uncontrollably.
"But I want to learn."
“You don’t have to learn this.”
“I think I can learn.”
“You really don’t need to learn this.”
…
As soon as the two turned into the street in front of the courtyard, they heard the little guy's heart-wrenching cry.
Shen Zhihuan started to panic, and when he looked up, he saw Sun Sijun coming towards him holding the little one.
Following behind her was Zhang Fengxia, who was wearing an apron around her waist.
They both look a little anxious.
Shen Zhihuan trotted over to meet him.
Seeing the two of them, Sun Sijun and Zhang Fengxia's frowns relaxed a little.
"Are you two going to have a good time? Your son is crying with hunger. Are there any parents like you in this world?" Sun Sijun started to complain.
Seeing the tears on the little guy's eyelashes, Sun Sijun felt so distressed.
Since his dear grandma was angry, Shen Zhihuan didn't dare to say anything.
I took the little guy and rushed home.
The little guy didn't know what politeness was. As soon as he got into Shen Zhihuan's arms, he started humming and burrowing into her arms.
While drilling, he used his hands to pull Shen Zhihuan's clothes.
The anxious look made the veins on Su Ziyu's forehead bulge.
In this public...
He took the little guy from his wife's arms.
Sure enough, as soon as he left his mother's arms, the little guy's whimpering immediately turned into crying.
Su Ziyu frowned when he heard the deafening voice.
Sun Sijun and Zhang Fengxia, who were following behind, became unhappy when they heard the little guy howling again.
"Su Ziyu, what are you doing? You're already starving, and you're still provoking him." Zhang Fengxia was the first to fire at him.