"Xiaowei, do you really want to grow flowers?"
Zhao Guoliang was nothing like Zhao Ruolan; he didn't mock Zhang Xiaowei's idea but instead asked him seriously.
Words once spoken, like water once spilled.
Zhang Xiaowei nodded firmly and said, "That's right, I want to give it a try. Even if I can't cultivate anything, it can still cultivate one's sentiment."
Hearing this, Zhao Guoliang nodded in approval and said, "That's also true. After all, raising flowers is really about cultivating one's character. If you're interested in this, I happen to know a bit about it. You can ask me anything you want."
"Thank you, Grandpa Zhao."
Zhang Xiaowei was very grateful for Zhao Guoliang's support.
Zhao Ruolan, on the other hand, couldn't help but tease from the side, "Xiaowei, you just said you were going to cultivate one to give to me, and now you're backing out so soon?"
Caught by Zhao Ruolan on his choice of words, Zhang Xiaowei instantly felt embarrassed.