"My roses here are not meant for drying into flowers like mummies; our Meijia Village never provides those," Mei Nian had guessed Xiao Xian would have objections, and she explained unhurriedly.
"Are they not for making dried flowers, could it be they are meant to be eaten?" Xiao Xian glanced around at the seas of roses.
"The residue from the flowers is what's edible, these five acres have much more use than that," Mei Nian finally let the cat out of the bag. To her surprise, this young girl raised in a family that cultivates sweet potatoes in Yanqing could identify the varieties of roses on the ground, and even accurately name the yield per acre and the parts of the flower used.
