"Buzz~"
The sound of the machine vibrations rose densely.
Ling Jianshan watched the scene and felt something was off, "Could it be that Xiaoyang's wheat tree has different flavors?"
His wife didn't quite believe it, "Impossible, right?"
She didn't forget to provide her reasoning, "A wheat tree with a red date milk flavor is already impressive. How much effort would it take to create multiple different flavors? Does Xiaoyang have that much time?"
Ling Jianshan retorted, "If it weren't for different flavors, why make so many wheat trees?"
His wife countered, "There are at least twenty different wheat trees in this lab. Could there really be over twenty different flavors? Do you think that's possible?"
Ling Jianshan thought it over and also felt it unlikely.
Indeed, having just a few flavors was already astonishing. Twenty-odd different flavored wheat trees would be nothing short of a miracle.
Soon.
The blenders came to a stop.
