The two of them continued to chat about the floor tiles and ceramic tiles workshop.
Shi Qingluo gave a lot of good advice.
Bai Xu felt that they were great and even wrote them down.
After that, she took out the pot of cured purple chrysanthemum.
"Here, you can bring your flowers back today."
Recently, she had carried them into her room to water them, so she didn't put them in the yard.
Bai Xu saw that the purple chrysanthemum that was initially withering had not only returned to their original appearance when he first bought them, but the flowers were even bigger and more beautiful.
He couldn't help but feel surprised. "Your treatment is too good, isn't it?"
Shi Qingluo chuckled. "Of course. Take a look at who I am."
Bai Xu had now realised if he handed her a pole, she would immediately climb up.
"Yes, you're amazing."
