"Oh, little handsome guy, you've got quite the eye for things!" The shop owner chuckled while adjusting her chest, then took a purple tulip that had just been airfreighted from Sweden from Xiao Lin's hand and said with a smile, "The language of the purple tulip is endless love; truly something to envy!"
"Ah! Is that so? Then please wrap it nicely, shop owner."
"A single flower in a gift box, that's more refined." The flower shop owner was a savvy businesswoman. She never pressured customers to buy whole bouquets to avoid appearing tacky. Appropriately accentuating a single flower was her way of retaining customers. Nearly everyone who bought flowers there would return because the flowers or gifts always brought joy to their women.
The purple tulip wasn't given much 'care' at all. You could say it was too simple, just wrapped in a sheet of elegant paper without even a ribbon. Xiao Lin suspiciously eyed the shop owner, almost blurting out that he could afford it.
