Song Tan's Notes

Looking at Song Tan again, she had already picked up a fork and bit off half of the cream rose.

Seeing that Lu Chuan had indeed touched the rose, she felt a sense of anticipation for a happy ending, and innocently asked him, "Isn't it pretty?"

Lu Chuan had already forgotten about the cake. He put his plate and fork aside and carefully picked up the blue rose.

He, who is always very clean, didn't even notice the cream stuck to the flower stems.

These delicate petals, this clear and unique blue, these large and perfectly proportioned flowers—a gentle sniff reveals an increasingly pronounced, subtle rose fragrance.

I gently touched the petals again, and there were no traces of color absorption or dyeing in the thin veins of the petals.

—That's the truth.

How could there be such a blue rose in the world?
He recalled the bouquet he had been speculating about all along, and exclaimed in surprise:

"Tan Tan, did you raise her yourself?"

Even with Tan Tan's remarkable abilities, cultivating such a rose would require immense effort from her.

And they were together almost every day, yet the other person managed to hide it so well. Compared to her naturally unguarded personality, this…

Lu Chuan was both moved and shocked.

Song Tan felt that saying it was "cultivation" was too much like cheating.

She really put in a lot of effort, not only repeatedly adjusting the direction of the spiritual energy activation, correcting it constantly, adjusting it again, and activating it again...

It took more than two months of pruning and trimming to get it to its current state, and it's far from stable. Maybe without her intervention, the next batch of flowers will slowly fall back to its previous state.

But overall, it didn't take that much effort.

Therefore, he humbly replied, "It was just a coincidence, nothing more."

But Lu Chuan did not believe in coincidence.

He has always believed only in hard work.

but……

"Did you cut the flowers and wrap them into a bouquet?"

A rare hint of anxiety flickered in his eyes.

Seeing the usually composed man break down like this, Song Tan finished eating the cream rose, then gave him a shove on the shoulder:
"Turn around, close your eyes, and I'll give you a birthday present later."

Lu Chuan's heart pounded, and he immediately cooperated.

When the faint sound rang out again, Song Tan finally allowed him to turn around.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the potted plant on the dining table.

It was an ordinary white resin flowerpot, about 21cm in diameter.

But the small pot held the thriving roses, and at this moment, the glossy and lush leaves piled up in layers, making Lu Chuan subconsciously worry that they might develop black spots and powdery mildew.

Looking at the flowers on the leaves, some are in full bloom, some are budding, and some are tiny buds... Every single one is such a pure and beautiful blue.

The colors are just varying shades, like the highly saturated oil pastel illustrations in Chen Chi's paintings.

Even the flower stamens are a bright, pale yellow.

His gaze was almost glued to it.

Seeing his expression, Song Tan thought to herself that Yang Zhengxin and the others had made a pretty accurate prediction. If the cake had been served earlier, they probably wouldn't have been able to eat any more cake until late at night.

If Yang Zhengxin hadn't sent the album in advance, even if Lu Chuan had been very self-controlled, he probably wouldn't have had the mind to appreciate it carefully.

But she also felt a strong sense of accomplishment, because the birthday gift she had painstakingly prepared had brought him enough shock and joy.

All the trouble I've gone through these past two months hasn't been in vain.

This would also make Lu Chuan's efforts in caring for her family seem more worthwhile.

Lu Chuan sat there almost obsessively, admiring the roses from top to bottom, even carefully picking off the two yellow leaves at the bottom.

Then he suddenly became anxious again: "Did you bring these flowers in the trunk?"

They brought so much stuff, thankfully it wasn't crushed.

She added, "Hotel windows cannot be fully opened. These dark windows are not well ventilated, and roses are very susceptible to disease in such an environment."

Song Tan almost burst out laughing:
"What should I do?" she asked, feigning concern. "I just wanted to give you a surprise. Or should I order a package and send it back tonight?"

That won't work either.

Even the most expensive express delivery company, Fengfeng Express, cannot guarantee that these potted plants will arrive undamaged.

He said solemnly, "After we send Xiao Yang to the registration office tomorrow, let's go back immediately."

Then I looked at the pot again: it should be repotted after the flowering period, this pot is too small.

Small pots are beneficial for the cycle of drying and wetting, but with such a large canopy, it is clearly affecting root growth.

Such blue roses...

He couldn't help but take out his phone to take a serious picture, and then suddenly asked Song Tan:

Are you planning to start a flower business?

Song Tan was taken aback: "No way..."

She doesn't know much about flowers, and besides, where would she find such a large space?

Lu Chuan had visited all the major flower markets and online flower shops:
"People are under a lot of pressure these days, and gardening is becoming increasingly popular."

"If you want to make money, this is a good direction."

Of course, he knew that Song Tan didn't have much interest in making money right now.

She preferred eating to looking at things.

But now that I've thought of it, I should say a few words—what if she doesn't have enough money to build a house?

“If a pure blue rose like this has stable characteristics, it would be no problem to sell it for hundreds of millions of dollars as a parent plant.”

After all, some people spend their entire lives, spanning 50 years, and still fail to cultivate such a color.

Tan Tan is simply born to be a plant.

Song Tan, however, became genuinely interested—

She actually has a lot of ideas.

For example, her parents will never live in the city in their lifetime, and her spiritual power cannot openly eliminate all problems, so she has the idea of ​​building a better hospital in the town.

It doesn't need to be too big, but it should be good at treating basic geriatric diseases.

Their mountain roads are winding, and the villages and towns seem far away, but if you think about it carefully, a distance that can be reached in ten or twenty minutes by car is not far even in the city.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have chosen to build the staff housing in the town.

However, given the current progress of her projects and the speed at which she earns money, she currently has enough money.

It's best to avoid venturing into the field of flowers, which I don't know much about.

but……

"Could I sell potted plants?"

She started thinking: "Those potted tomato plants, potted chili pepper plants..."

Although the taste may be much worse after two or three months of raising it, it should still have its advantages.

However, potted plants are definitely more expensive.

Lu Chuan has taken many photos of the flowers, but none of them are satisfactory—after all, blue flowers are mostly difficult to reproduce in terms of color on camera.

At that moment, while eager to go home, he also replied, "The potted plant business is doing quite well." (End of Chapter)