Before, Jiang Yanqing didn’t know that Du Heng’s ancestors grew medicinal herbs. She thought that Du Heng was good at growing flowers, and if they could get cooperation, they could also get high-quality flowers from him.
Now hearing what Aunt Wang said, it is really a pleasant surprise.
Jiang Yanqing sent Aunt Wang home and sat for a while. Wang Dashu took out two bamboo baskets, put a pot of flowers in one of the baskets, and tied it to the back seat of the bicycle so that Jiang Yanqing could take it back.
Fortunately, everything that needed to be done today had been done. Jiang Yanqing thanked Wang Dashu and Aunt Wang, and pushed her bicycle to leave.
When he reached the door, he said, "Uncle Wang, Aunt Wang, if Ye Zi hasn't found a suitable job, you can ask her to come to my house to find me. I'm going to open a store in a few days and I'm preparing to hire someone!"
Aunt Wang smiled and said a little embarrassedly, "That's great. Her father and I are worried about her going to the city. If she can follow you, we will be relieved."
Wang Dashu also rubbed his head honestly and asked, "Xiao Jiang, what do you do by opening a shop?"
"Uncle Wang, these porcelain bottles and jars I ordered from your house are used to store women's face creams. I plan to open a store to sell these things."
The implication is that the people they deal with are all women, and this is also to reassure the two men.
After this explanation, the smiles on their faces became even bigger. They politely sent Jiang Yanqing out the door, and waited until Jiang Yanqing had ridden for a distance before they returned to the house.
While pedaling her bicycle, Jiang Yanqing was thinking in her mind how to win over Du Heng, and she also had to be careful to avoid potholes and stones on the road, so as not to ruin the two pots of flowers behind her due to the bumpy ride.
Finally, they returned home safely. Jiang Yanqing breathed a sigh of relief, quickly stopped the car, and looked back at the two pots of flowers in the back.
Alas... Fortunately it didn't break, otherwise it would be a shame if such a precious thing was damaged.
There were voices in the room. It should be Old Man Qin watching TV. The old man has been obsessed with a TV series recently and watched it very late before going to bed last night.
"Grandpa Qin, come out for a moment and see the gift I brought you." Jiang Yanqing shouted into the house.
Old Man Qin happily agreed, and walked out leisurely with his hands behind his back, saying, "Oh, it's not a festival, what gifts should I bring~"
But he couldn't stop smiling. Yu Jiahe followed behind and said nonchalantly, "Grandpa, if you don't want it, give it to me!"
Old man Qin waved his hand in disdain and said, "Go away, you're dreaming." This brat is always good at ruining things.
When I arrived at the yard, Jiang Yanqing had already moved the flowers to the pavilion and was sitting on a stone bench drinking water.
Old Man Qin took a quick look and saw two pots of flowers on the table. He narrowed his eyes slightly and couldn't believe that he would see such precious orchids here.
Before the old man could speak, Yu Jiahe chuckled, "Xiaoqing, you actually gave flowers to this old man. You don't know that he can't even keep a blade of grass alive. Your flowers won't survive more than two days in his hands."
Jiang Yanqing felt like laughing. If he really couldn't survive two days, she really didn't know whether to blame the old man's poor flower-growing skills or Du Heng's seedlings.
"Okay, then I'll give it to you..." Before he could finish the two wrong words, Old Man Qin slapped Yu Jiahe on the head and said angrily, "You little bastard, you're everywhere."
As he spoke, he stepped forward and carefully touched the petals of the 'Suguan Dinghe' flower, with a tearful look in his eyes.
The aura around Old Man Qin suddenly became a little heavy. He withdrew his hand and sat down next to Jiang Yanqing. His eyes remained on the flowers as he spoke softly, "Your grandmother loved to grow flowers, especially this 'Suguan Dinghe'. Now that she's gone, there are no flowers worth growing anymore."
These words seemed to explain Yu Jiahe's complaints, but in fact they were more of a reminiscence. The indelible sorrow in the voice made Jiang Yanqing and Yu Jiahe, who were present, feel a little heavy-hearted.
Jiang Yanqing pinched her fingers and said, "Grandpa Qin, I bought this flower specially for you. Please take good care of it. If you spoil it, I will never make delicious food for you again."
Old Man Qin nodded and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."
Yu Jiahe turned around and slapped his mouth. Jiang Yanqing happened to see it and asked in a low voice, "It's like tickling. Can I help you?"
Yu Jiahe glared at Jiang Yanqing, then looked at Old Man Qin and said nothing.
Jiang Yanqing looked at the time. It was almost twelve o'clock. When she stopped, she realized that she was already starving.
Standing up, "Grandpa Qin, what do you want to eat for lunch? I'll make it."
Old Man Qin rarely showed any interest in eating. Without even looking up, he replied, "Just take care of it. Don't tire yourself out."
Jiang Yanqing responded and walked into the house. Yu Jiahe pressed on, "Why don't you ask me?"
Jiang Yanqing turned around and looked at Yu Jiahe meaningfully. Yu Jiahe was stunned for a moment and realized what Jiang Yanqing wanted to express: How could you ask such an outrageous question?
Yu Jiahe was angry, but didn't dare to do anything.
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