Lian Hua felt deeply that the little girl was genuinely earnest—any kindness shown to her, she would want to return tenfold.
Lian Hua's brows relaxed, "Like that, well, all right then." Nanny said so, and it was quite reasonable, so let's not do it then.
But what should she do next?
Stand idle? That won't do.
Thinking about it, Lian Hua's brows furrowed again. In her mind, standing idle was truly suffering; it was too much of a delay for playing and could bore her to death.
Nanny Qi seemed to know her thoughts like a serpent in her belly; she understood what Lian Hua was thinking just by seeing her furrowed brows and couldn't help but suggest, "When we have time later, why not manage a flower room to grow some flowers?"
Growing flowers is nice, it cultivates one's character, is elegant, and delights the heart and eyes.
