"It's getting late, let's eat first and talk later."
When Zhang Xiaowei came in, he was still carrying an old hen.
He said this and immediately handed over his things to the family's housekeeper.
Leaving the cooking tasks to the housekeeper, Zhang Xiaowei then turned his attention to Zhao Guoliang's health.
After providing treatment to Zhao Guoliang once again, Zhang Xiaowei felt more at ease.
The three of them moved to the living room, and Zhao Guoliang started the conversation.
"Xiaowei, why did you start researching flower cultivation recently?"
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaowei smiled and shook his head.
"I haven't really researched it. It's just that I happened to meet a foreign woman before. She insisted that our country's soil is unworthy and can't grow anything good."
"I got annoyed at the time and placed a bet with her. As it turned out, I accidentally ended up growing a seven-colored rose."
Zhang Xiaowei humbly recounted the whole story.
