For some reason, he suddenly thought of that farm owner, who was said to be extremely adept with flowers. "Yeye, when this flower first arrived, it was so vibrant and fresh. That farmer really has some skills. If we could invite him to our Botanical Association..."
Xia Ye finished adding the last bit of soil, "If he comes to Capital City, let me know. I'd like to learn a few things from him."
Her tone was as light as ever, but the words she spoke carried a deeper meaning.
Even Professor Bian, the soul of their Botanical Association, hadn't received such an eager appraisal from his daughter.
This clearly showed her respect for that farm owner.
Xia Yuzheng sighed again, "It's a pity that the farm owner isn't short of money. Money won't persuade him. His flower garden in the south is huge—dad heard about it a few years ago. And he keeps a low profile; he never likes to participate in these events."
