Early the next morning, Luo Qianqian had just finished her cultivation when she noticed that the pot of flowers in the room, which had never seemed lively, had finally bloomed; He Wenyu squatted in front of the flowers, looking delighted.
"Shiqi, you're up? Isn't it fragrant? I thought this pot of flowers was dead..."
"You thought it was dead? How come? It's not withered, though it's a bit droopy." Luo Qianqian walked over to He Wenyu's side and looked at the flowers: "Indeed, it's very fragrant. Are these flowers just pleasant to look at and smell? No way."
"This flower's fruit has special properties, but the fragrance is merely calming and refreshing." He Wenyu laughed: "Nuannuan has eaten the finished product from these fruits."
"Eh? I haven't eaten it?" Luo Qianqian seemed quite surprised.
"Of course not!" He Wenyu rolled his eyes: "Are you a glutton? How come you want to eat everything?"
