After returning from the botanical garden, the first thing Baobao does when she gets up early every day is to go to the balcony to say hello to the little flowerpot.
There was a small dandelion yet to bloom planted in it.
Baobao said "good morning" and "good night" to it every day, and carefully watered it with a small watering can, hoping to see the flowers blooming with her own eyes.
That night, after watering, Baobao climbed onto the sofa and nestled into Liu Yan's arms, "Auntie, will it bloom tomorrow?"
Liu Yan chuckled, seemingly amused at Baobao's question.
"It most likely won't."
"Then the day after tomorrow?"
"Hmm... it doesn't seem to work either."
Baobao's expectation dropped, a little bit disappointed, "Why won't it bloom?"
Liu Yan gently pinched her nose, "Flowers and plants are just like children, they have to grow up slowly."
