Qiao Mei laughed and said, "How can that be? It's just that the flowers we have at home are a little too boring and I want to buy something that's easy for my mother to take care of."
When the old master heard that it was meant for her elder, he felt relieved. He could not bear to see flowers going to waste. If Qiao Mei did that, he would not sell them to her in the future!
Xia He made a move to throw away the soil in the pots. The soil had already hardened and it was obvious that it could not be used anymore.
"Hey! Don't do this!" Qiao Mei hurriedly went forward to stop her.
Xia He looked at Qiao Mei in puzzlement and asked, "The flowers are already dead. This soil must not be fertile anymore. What do you need it for?"
"It's fine, it's fine. I have my ways. Don't worry, Let's take them back like this. I think it looks alright." Qiao Mei hurriedly put the six pots of flowers together.
