Looking at it from a different angle now, golden lotus cultivation doesn't seem too bad.
"Comrade Qiao Qingyu, I really can't thank you enough."
"Station Chief Meng, let's not thank each other anymore. We should be supporting each other."
"Right, right, right, we're all about mutual support."
Then, Meng, with his loud voice, said, "You have our phone number, don't you? Feel free to call anytime you need something. If you can't come, I'll have someone mail it to you."
Qiao Qingyu beamed with gratitude at Station Chief Meng, then wrote down the key points for golden lotus cultivation on a piece of paper and handed it to him.
She believed that by autumn, that field of golden lotus might just be the most beautiful scenery on the grasslands.
After finishing up, Qiao Qingyu drove back with Qiao Tianbao and Qiao Shengbao.
By the time they got home, it was nearly midnight.
Niu Guili hurried to make food for Qiao Qingyu.
