Fang Anning returned home, put down her backpack, and went to help Mrs. Chen water the plants.
Mrs. Chen smiled and said, "Wife, you don't need to help, why don't you go and read instead! The Master has already said that you don't need to do any household chores."
"It's okay, I don't have any homework today, and actually, I have something I'd like to ask you about," Fang Anning said as she smiled and watered the flowers.
Mrs. Chen responded, "Oh my, wife, you're too polite. Just ask away, I'll tell you anything I know."
"What kind of scent does Master like?" Fang Anning inquired, leaning forward.
"What scent?" Mrs. Chen asked, perplexed.
Fang Anning explained, "I mean, what kind of flowers does he like? Like the scent of flowers, but of course, the scent of fruits would also do. For instance, what kind of fruit does he like?"
