The next day, Lin Xiaoguai suddenly realized something.
"You haven’t said if Chen Han would mind Su Qianqian’s reputation," she glared at Shen Chi, clearly displeased.
Shen Chi soothingly patted her head. "Silly, Chen Han has already been married once. Why would he care about those things?"
Lin Xiaoguai didn’t quite understand the logic in his words. In future generations, many men who had married two or three times still demanded that their match-making partners be unmarried virgins. However, considering the simplicity of people in this era, she didn’t say more.
Although they had met for an arranged marriage, whether Chen Han and Su Qianqian could end up together was still up to them, and there was no use in others getting anxious about it.
"Sister-in-law, what kind of flower is this? Why does it look a bit like grass?" Shen Xiu asked, looking at a pot of orchids.
"That’s a Spring Orchid, also known as an orchid, still just a seedling. It does look like grass, but it will definitely bloom into beautiful flowers later," Lin Xiaoguai squatted down, gently wiping the dust off the orchid leaves with a damp cloth.
"Can it sell for a lot of money?" Shen Xiu asked, her eyes sparkling bright.
This girl now thought about how much money flowers could make whenever she saw one, especially the flowers nurtured by her sister-in-law.
Lin Xiaoguai couldn’t help but laugh. "I don’t know about that. Orchid seedlings aren’t valuable. Their true value can only be determined after they bloom."
Although she knew the orchids she planted were not far off the mark, in the eyes of others, even experts, these orchid seedlings were not very valuable.
Unlike other flowers, the price of orchids varied according to their structure, but the real significant difference in price was still found in the orchids that were in bloom. Of course, orchids that failed to bloom weren’t even worth mentioning.
After a pause, she took out a pot of blooming orchids from the side. "If that seedling grows successfully, it will look when it matures."
"Is this a flower? Why is it green?" Shen Xiu asked, pointing at the two flowers blooming on it.
"Who said flowers must be red, white, or pink?" Lin Xiaoguai didn’t expect Shen Xiu to understand but still explained, "This is Song Mei, the king of Spring Orchids."
Growing Song Mei properly was not easy. Although the Spiritual Spring and soil in her space enhanced the vitality of plants, allowing them to grow more robustly which was ideal for fruits and vegetables, it wasn’t the same for flowering plants.
A lush growth did not mean good quality. The existence of the Spiritual Spring and soil could make her plants look more spirited than ordinary ones, but the real quality of the flowers, the orchid’s "uniqueness," still required her efforts.
Gardening, being one of Lin Xiaoguai’s few advanced lifestyle professions, was something she was confident about. After all, even before she had acquired the space and system in her past life, she had been dealing with flowers and plants for over a decade.
The reason she hadn’t reached a master’s level yet was not that she couldn’t but because she always treated it as a leisurely hobby. Even with the intent to save money, Lin Xiaoguai’s original intentions hadn’t changed.
"Is it very valuable?" It seemed Shen Xiu could think of nothing else but money.
Lin Xiaoguai was somewhat amused. "I plan to keep this pot for myself, but I’ll sell the other two pots."
Originally, she had planted three pots of Song Mei, but only this pot had the best quality, with flowers that were dignified and uniquely charming, captivating to anyone who saw them. The other two pots were also nice but slightly inferior, though they could still fetch a good price.
Since moving to Shanghai, she had grown less peony, camellia, and chrysanthemum mainly because their new home’s balcony wasn’t as spacious as the yard in their old house. Due to the limited space, she didn’t plan on selling those, intending to sell only the orchids instead.
Naturally, according to her temperament, the best ones she would keep for herself, and the marginally lesser quality ones she would sell.
Ever since Little Niangao began to speak, he had also shown great interest in walking. Although he often fell down, he became more determined from each setback. Now, he had no trouble walking while holding onto a wall.
Yaya, although mischievous, was a very patient child and would always complete whatever she promised. Whatever tasks Lin Xiaoguai gave her, she accomplished with a hundred percent dedication.
Overseeing Little Niangao learning to walk was one of the tasks assigned by Lin Xiaoguai. So, although Little Niangao was inherently bold, because Yaya was watching over him, he hadn’t encountered any real danger, and Lin Xiaoguai didn’t mind the minor bumps and bruises.
No matter how posh she appeared now, she had grown up in the countryside and firmly believed in the robust nurturing of children for their health. This belief wouldn’t change even though she dearly loved her children.