A Crazy Love Proposal
Chapter 174 - 174 96 Changing Beds

Chapter 174: Chapter 96: Changing Beds Chapter 174: Chapter 96: Changing Beds Zhou Fei and Zhao Qin each had their own concerns, and unusually, Zhou Fei did not take Zhao Qin home after the tea tasting event.

Zhao Qin understood, after all, she needed time to process that Wen Yangzhi had a girlfriend.

But she didn’t expect that while in the car, Zhou Fei suddenly texted her, saying there was an urgent matter at the bank and that was why he couldn’t drop her off. He had already booked a spot at Fuji’s private dining for two days later, inviting her to try the pot-cooked eel.

Zhao Qin was somewhat surprised.

Pot-cooked eel was not a particularly rare dish; it was a common local dish in Shanghai.

But the only place that could make this dish so divine that even Zhao Qin, from Hong Kong City, couldn’t stop praising it, was Fuji.

This dish was a specialty of the old master chef at Fuji, tastier than any other restaurant Zhao Qin had visited, making the most common style of dish taste unforgettable.

The eel was tender and flaky, the pieces intact, and the aroma was enticing.

Zhao Qin did not like local dishes, but since she had tried Fuji’s pot-cooked eel once, she had been unable to forget about it.

And Fuji’s private dining only served two tables of guests per day.

Zhao Qin also had a reservation, and even though Fuji only served regulars, her booking was already scheduled for three months later. She had suggested paying more to move up the reservation, but Fuji said their guests were all either rich or prestigious, and they couldn’t afford to offend the guests who were ahead of her, so Zhao Qin had no choice but to give up.

Suddenly being able to get a reservation meant that it must have been prepared well in advance to invite her to dine.

Zhao Qin felt comforted, realizing that he knew she liked pot-cooked eel and had even specially booked the restaurant. This kid really knew how to please.

She couldn’t help but smile.

When she arrived home, Zhao Qin got out of the car in front of the villa, where Yun Yuwan was in the front garden watching the gardener prune the flowers, wearing a sleeveless, drapey white dress, looking slender and graceful.

The gardener chuckled, “Miss, why are you always standing here watching me prune?”

“Your Archangel is very beautiful,” Yun Yuwan praised, “Looking at how you mix the soil, I can imagine why it grows so splendidly.”

The Archangel, a type of rose bush with a gray-purple heart, looked cold and noble. The gardener cultivated it impeccably.

The gardener instantly became proud: “That’s right, I’ve been in gardening for over thirty years, not to brag, but my gardening skills are among the best in Shanghai.”

Uncle Deng listened from the side.

Of course, if his skills weren’t among the best, he wouldn’t have been hired by Wen Garden.

Yun Yuwan touched the petals and suddenly said, “However, the Archangel has always been grown this way; it’s a bit tiring to look at after a while.”

The abrupt change in tone made the gardener stiffen: “What do you mean?”

Yun Yuwan smiled lightly, “How about we try pruning the top regularly?”

“It’s possible, but the garden’s layout has always been decided by Butler Deng.” The gardener’s eyes drifted towards Uncle Deng, uncertain if he should proceed.

Uncle Deng stood nearby holding Yun Yuwan’s coat, also amiable, siding with her: “Listen to the young lady, and besides, our miss is a florist, practically a colleague of yours, a professional.”

The gardener realized then, but curiosity got the better of him: “How did you think of pruning the top? Archangels usually look more elegant the taller they grow.”

After the top is pruned, the bush would divert nutrients to the lateral branches, preventing the Archangel from growing tall.

Yun Yuwan naturally looked into the distance: “You see, this is a flat area, and there are already many tall trees. If the Archangel also grows tall, the view will be very limited. A garden is not a forest; if the Archangel along the path is a bit shorter, the view will be more open.”

The gardener understood, but hesitated: “But I’ve never tried pruning an Archangel this way.”

Yun Yuwan took out her phone, showing the gardener a photo: “I’ve tried growing a short-blossoming Archangel, and it’s beautiful, blossoming like a floral umbrella, round and plump.”

Seeing the photo, the gardener was also amazed: “This is the first time I’ve seen an Archangel grown this way.”

Yun Yuwan smiled gently: “Just need to continually prune the top during the young or medium-sized sapling stage in summer and give less nitrogen fertilizer, and it’s summer now.”

The three of them chatted amiably about flowers, Yun Yuwan completely without pretense.

Standing there, Yun Yuwan smiled faintly, surrounded by softly shimmering greens and pinks, the flowers swaying alluringly around her.

She seemed all the more ethereal.

Standing there, there was a moment when one felt she was Lou Wanyi.

Because of that face, she barely made it presentable.

Yet she could only tend to flowers and plants, nothing like Lou Wanyi; if Lou Wanyi were still alive, she might even command some respect from Wen Bank.