Qin Feng also looked at her curiously, wondering what kind of wedding gift she planned to ask of Juhua.
Yun Ying said enthusiastically, "That rustic tree root in your courtyard is quite nice. Have Huai Zi go up the mountain to find a similar one, and make a large bonsai to give me."
Qin Feng's eyes lit up, and he smiled. "Yes! That tree is indeed quite nice; I like it too. It's rustic but not tacky, unpolished but not crude. When it sprouts new leaves in the spring, the burst of vitality from the dead wood is quite fascinating."
Yun Ying grew even more delighted and took his hand. "Let's have Huai Zi get us another one. If we don't extort them now, we'll lose our chance forever—after all, we're only getting married once."
"HA HA HA!" Huai Zi and Juhua burst out laughing, and even Qin Feng smiled.
