Yang Fan nodded and once again raised a finger, pointing at the wheat tree.
Another dazzling ray emerged, glided gently through the air, and hit the wheat tree.
In the next moment.
Dozens of buds sprouted, blossoming into pure white wheat flowers, and then ears of wheat quickly appeared, swelling from shriveled to plump.
Though not spectacular, the scene evoked a sense of harvest joy.
Ling Jianshan couldn't help but remark, "So many ears of wheat, and they seem much larger—no wonder the yield is so high."
His wife's perspective was, as usual, different: "They're beautiful."
These two sentences demonstrated two utterly distinct thinking modes; the first was rational, the latter emotional.
"Clap! Clap!"
The two hosts began applauding together.
"What a brilliant demonstration!"
"Indeed!"
