But for Qiao Qingyu, that cabbage seed was simply the cream of the crop.
It was delicious and resistant to pests.
None of these problems existed.
At this moment, the vegetable garden behind her was still pitch-dark without a hint of green, after all, it wasn't even a week since Qiao Qingyu planted the seeds.
But she estimated it would only be a matter of days, so she had to be vigilant.
Liu Qiao Wen and Zhu Mingli stood on the roadside of the family residence, both of them, as if by some tacit understanding, looking towards Qiao Qingyu's house.
Liu Qiao Wen had been out for some time now, darker and thinner than before, scolded and warned by her husband after her return, her status at home had plummeted.
Thus, she despised Qiao Qingyu to the extreme.
But now Qiao Qingyu seemed to have reached a height she could no longer touch, not just her living arrangements but even the woman herself had become unreachable.
