Lingfu Space: Supreme Pastoral Wife

Chapter 970

"The food in Furong Town is really good, it tastes delicious!"

The place where Zhang Lan brought Tu Yi'an and Dong Yuling here is a small shop that doesn't look too big. It is run by a middle-aged couple. Although it looks very simple, the food tastes really good.

"Hey, I'm not afraid to tell you that since the first time I came to Furong Town, I fell in love with the food here. Although it's homely, what I like is this kind of homely taste."

After getting along for a long time, Zhang Lan also became familiar with Tu Yi'an and Dong Yuling, and his speech became more natural.

"In this way, we are also in the hands of brother Zhang. Otherwise, we would not have found such a delicious shop."

After eating, the three of them wandered in the street.

Perhaps the Flower Fighting Contest is about to start, and the most placed on both sides of the street are all kinds of flowers!
"This three-color peony blooms very well!"

Tu Yi'an and the others stopped in front of a small stall. The person who set up the stall was a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old. When he saw a visitor coming, he hurried forward to greet him. Treasures, if you want them, I will give you an affordable price."

"Oh, I don't know how much the little brother can afford?" Tu Yi'an crossed his arms around his chest, trying to relax.

The young man coughed, "After all, this is a treasure carefully cultivated by my grandfather. If it is sold cheap, I will definitely be sorry for my grandfather's efforts. How about this, let's buy it for 8 taels, what do you think?"

"8 taels? Little brother, your ambition is not small!"

Zhang Lan had a smile on his face, but his eyes were cold, "Your three-color peony, you can see that it is grafted, although the grafting technique is very clever, but the flower grower can tell it at a glance.

You can also be a beginner. "

"Ah? So it was grafted?!" Tu Yi'an lowered his head, looked at the pot of three-color peonies carefully, and finally found the traces of grafting.

Then he turned around and gave Zhang Lan a thumbs up, "It's amazing, you can tell at a glance that these three-color peonies are grafted."

The young man obviously didn't expect that there was a knowledgeable one among the three.

However, he was also thick-skinned, and said with a smile: "Young master also said that my grafting technique is very good, otherwise, just buy it. I am also short of money, so I came to sell flowers."

"Tsk tsk, don't you say that this flower was carefully cultivated by your grandfather?" Tu Yi'an sighed twice.

After all, the young man rubbed his nose in embarrassment, "My grandpa passed away last year. My grandma is seriously ill now. If it wasn't for earning medical expenses for her, I wouldn't have given this three-pot that best embodies my grafting skills." The colored peony was sold."

"It turns out that you are still a dutiful son!"

Tu Yi'an slapped the palm of his hand with a folding fan, "1 taels, I bought this pot of three-color peonies. But you owe me a favor!"

"Favour?" The young man hesitated immediately, "Master, how do I know how big your favor is? What if you cheat me?"

"Tsk, be careful! With your appearance, what can I deceive you? I'm just curious about your grafting skills, and I plan to play with you in the future."

Tu Yi'an spoke frankly, and the young man breathed a sigh of relief, "So that's the case, it's indeed my narrow-mindedness."

Handing over the banknote, Tu Yi'an asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Sun Yan. I really thank you sir today. This pot of three-color peonies belongs to you now."

(End of this chapter)