"Alright, I'll get someone to hold an umbrella beside this grass. What do you think?"
"Get someone to make a stone trough and find a big umbrella to put in the stone trough. It just so happens that the wind and snow can't blow. In the future, we can water and fertilize it every three to five days, right?" Madam Wen tapped her exquisite nose.
Lulu chuckled.
"Lulu saw how hard it was growing and felt pity for it. If I told you that a flower is growing so hard, how good would it be if someone could help it?" Lulu couldn't help but sigh.
Madam Wen glanced at her and said,"What nonsense are you spouting?" You're the apple of our eyes. What flowers or plants?" Everyone knew that a flower's life was light, and it would wither in the wind and rain.
The life of grass is cheap, no one loves it, it grows in the cracks.
Lulu could feel his sister-in-law's love. He held her arm and walked into the house.
