Zhuang Zhixi chuckled and shrugged, feeling there was no need to inquire about Chen Yuan. Though Chen Yuan was a bit erratic, he wasn't a fool. He wouldn't parade around with someone who had no connection to him in public.
He said with a smile, "Let's go, I want to see what kind of garden Grandpa has."
Yang Lixin: "Why not use that space to raise a couple of chickens? Flowers are boring."
Zhuang Zhixi: "I think flowers are nice. Grandpa is at that age, and I think he finds joy in them."
Raising chickens and growing flowers were completely different concepts.
Yang Lixin: "I don't get it. Oh, right, I forgot my lunchbox!"
He was almost home when he remembered he had left his lunchbox behind. The failure of his son's blind date really hit him hard. Yang Lixin hurried back, while Zhuang Zhixi shook his head and continued walking alone. Passing by a small shop, he glanced through the window and saw two flowerpots on display.
