Zhang Aihua was surprised his son could actually produce two packs of coffee. He lovingly patted his head. "Dad will figure out a way to pay you back later."
Zhang Yiwen waved his hand. "Come on, Dad, stop with the empty promises. I'm your son, after all. Now, don't bother me while I'm trying to get myself a big Vulture mattress."
Zhang Aihua laughed in exasperation. "You little rascal!"
'I wonder where he learned that from.'
They had expected Jiang Si and Qin Shen to bring at least a hundred radish seedlings, but when they arrived, there were only fifty.
Everyone was a little disappointed, especially after they had rushed and worked so hard to hack out a large plot of land all at once.
Still, fifty seedlings were better than none.
If they tended to them meticulously and propagated them well, it wouldn't be long before they achieved radish freedom.
Deep down, everyone was still overjoyed.
