The storage room had been converted to have underfloor heating, and there was a wicker chair and a tea table made from wicker in the room. It seemed that the old man often came here to sit when he had nothing to do.
Several pots of flowers were placed on the windowsill, and it had to be said that Meng Siqi was indeed good at gardening. Although it was winter, the potted peonies on the windowsill were blooming beautifully.
Qiao Qingyu and Old Lady He took a break and then went out.
Seeing that Old Lady He was heading to the kitchen without washing her hands, Qiao Qingyu quickly pulled her to the bathroom, ran hot water for her, and grabbed some soap before gently saying, "Grandma, the soil contains quite a lot of bacteria. Next time you come from the greenhouse, don't forget to wash your hands with soap, okay?"
If Meng Siqi had said this, it would have come off as condescending, but coming from Qiao Qingyu with a smile, Old Lady He especially loved to hear it.