Interstellar Pampered Marriage: The Yandere Marshal Clings to Me

Chapter 97 Rare Flower Seeds



Chapter 97 Rare Flower Seeds

After saying those words, Yan San left. He would not stay in City A any longer and would immediately set off back to the capital.

Xi Yu silently pondered the matter of attending military academy, and couldn't help but complain to Yan San, "If you're going to make a deal with me, why didn't you discuss it before the evaluation?"

If she had known she was going to military academy, she would have just gotten a high score and gotten in; why bother with any exams? This is just creating unnecessary trouble!

Although she was full of complaints, she still dutifully went online to do some research in order to be prepared.

There isn't much useful information online about military academy entrance exams because the content changes every year, and past exams can only be used as a reference.

But one thing is certain: it requires a certain level of physical strength.

Xi Yu estimated that there were still six months before the assessment, which was enough time for her to prepare.

But before that, she had to convince Xi Hua, which was a real headache for her. Because of An Changhai, Xi Hua didn't want her to get involved with the soldiers.

Xi Hua has been working overtime at the flower shop every day lately. She's been working herself to the bone to take care of those delicate and precious flower varieties, afraid that she might kill them.

As long as Xi Hua didn't leave work, Crazy and Fatty wouldn't dare to leave, and the group of them would never close the shop until dark.

Xi Yu brought the fried pork chop set meal she brought for her visit to the flower shop and saw Xi Hua looking distressed and sighing over a pot of orchids.

"Mom, why are you sighing over the flowers?" Xi Yu walked in and casually handed the lunchbox to the chubby boy, whose eyes were practically green with hunger.

"Hey, Xiaoyu, look, doesn't this flower look a bit listless? Even the leaves look like they're covered in a layer of dust..." Xi Hua carefully moved the flowerpot in front of Xi Yu. She was very talkative when it came to flowers.

Xi Yu took a look and found that the orchid was indeed not growing very well. Although she didn't understand, she could tell that the orchid was not very lively.

"Big Brother said this orchid is a rare variety from the north, it's called something like... Butterfly something..." The fat man wolfed down his pork chop, unable to recall the orchid's name for a moment.

"Phantom Orchid Wings," the madman silently replied.

"Ah, right, that's the name, it's so hard to pronounce!" the fat man said, spitting out food crumbs.

"This is an extremely rare mutant orchid! I never imagined that I would have the honor of taking care of such a flower in my lifetime!" Xi Hua's eyes shone with happiness.

Then she sighed sadly, "But I have no idea how to take care of these flowers. If I kill them, I could never pay back the money even if I worked my whole life..."

"No, no, no... So what if it died! It was just a flower, Auntie, don't worry about it! My brother also said that these flowers are hard to grow, so if it didn't survive, so be it!" The fat man hurriedly explained, joking, what if the boss misunderstood and thought they were exploiting his aunt?

Xi Yu shook her head with a smile, took Xi Hua's arm and helped her sit down, gently advising, "Mom, don't worry, the shop owner isn't stingy, just go ahead and try it."

Xi Hua felt a little better after hearing her daughter's soft voice. She thought for a moment and suddenly suggested, "Perhaps it's a matter of environment? Maybe it will be different if I take the flowers home to take care of them?"

The suggestion was immediately met with enthusiastic approval from the fat man! He didn't want to work overtime every day anymore!

Xi Yu sighed and nodded helplessly. As long as her mother was happy, that was enough; after all, this shop was just a way for her to pass the time.


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