Su Ningyan looked at it, thinking, isn't this valuable? It must have been prepared by Feng Zhihe again.
Actually, they wouldn't care about these things, she thought, she had to send something back later.
When Su Ningyan went in to get them something to eat, she thought of a great idea, "An An, isn't the front yard empty? Why not pick two good osmanthus trees from the back hill to transplant there? That way, when they bloom, the whole yard will be filled with fragrance. You used to love playing under the osmanthus trees when you were a child."
"Sure, Grandma also mentioned wanting to plant some flowers. She'll definitely love it."
In the afternoon, Feng Zhihe and Lu Zifeng were at home fiddling with the flowers and plants they had collected over the past few days.
Suddenly, a large truck arrived, bringing two osmanthus trees, saying they were a gift from the Zhuo Family.
Just by looking at the trunks, you could tell they were quite old.
