In the living room, Wu Lei led Zhang Chen to his room to play video games, while downstairs, the leader was convinced of the young person before him: "Is making this cooling tea bag tiring? Is harvesting taxing?"
"Not really tiring."
Song Tan wasn't too keen on chatting—she didn't have much to sell, and she didn't like making small talk with people.
So she enthusiastically said, "Let me call someone for you—"
"Tian Ye! Tian Ye! This uncle wants to ask about harvesting Yuxing Grass, you tell him about it."
What?
Tian Ye came out from Professor Song's room, bewildered. At this moment, looking at Song Tan standing in the living room, he walked over with a confused expression on his face.
He had obviously gotten a bit darker from the sun, but no matter how tanned he was, his youthful spirit couldn't be concealed.
Seeing that he didn't know how to start, the leader took the initiative to ask, "How old are you this year? Are you not in school and staying home to help out instead?"