Shen Lu was a novice among novices when it came to growing vegetables. 'I suspect this pot of green onions managed to sprout with little help from me,' she thought. 'It was probably thanks to the buried kitchen scraps and the water provided by the system.'
But of course, she wouldn't say any of this to Li Qin. She just feigned a look of bewilderment and nodded.
"Is that so? Maybe it's one of those things that can't appreciate the finer things in life. It might not adapt well to overly perfect growing conditions."
Li Qin was amused. "You might actually have a point there."
"I'll put it in the backyard."
"Okay."
Shen Lu carried the small pot of green onions to the backyard. Yang Jing was tilling the soil and, seeing her approach, thought she had instructions, so she hurried over.
"Perfect timing, Mom. Plant this pot of green onions and then give them some water."
